by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
There was a moment in my life when I would have gotten really excited about how OpenAI is in the market for a Twitter-like service and tried to pitch my idea for one to them.
But, alas, I’m FINALLY old enough to realize that’s a fool’s errand. It’s not like Sam Altman would actually take my idea seriously, even if it’s really, really good. I have to just accept my lot in life and realize that the only way I’m ever going to “make it big” — if I ever do — is to sell a novel.
That’s it. That’s all I got.
And even if that happens, the whole context of “making it big” will be different than what I hoped for as a young man. I thought I could run around NYC banging 24-year-olds, drinking too much and generally being a bon vivant. But, alas, that’s just not in the cards for me.
I’ll be lucky if I can survive long enough to get to the point that I can sell a novel, much less it be a huge success of some sort. I just have to accept the new limits of my life because of my age.
Of course, if the Singularity happens and we all get to live to be 500, then, maybe, a lot of things I wanted to do when I was younger I can do when I’m 120 or something. But that is very much a hazy, fantastical dream at this point. Better just to focus on the novel at hand and try to do the best with what I have.
