by Shelt Garner
The thing about working on a novel seriously, especially the type I’m working on, is you pretty much are flying blind into the future. I have no idea what is going to happen with Trump, who flies by the plot of the novel like a blackhole.
I believe absolutely that Trump is never leaving office. Never. He will steal the 2020 election then demand a Constitutional Convention that will allow him to never, ever leave office.
As such, this fills me with an absolute existential rage and I have no way to express it other than creatively. That generates the massive amount of motivation needed to develop and write a novel the way I feel is required. I have a very brutal personal editor and it’s only been gradually over the last two years that I’ve finally figured out how to tell the story I want to tell the way I want to tell it.
Of course, there’s always that .0000000000000000000000000001% chance that I’m wrong and somehow we manage to physically remove President Bonkers out of the Oval Office without him blowing the world up. In that case, I think people will still want to read this novel, but for a different reason — it will be a great way to have a macro review of the just-concluded era.
Anyway, things are moving really fast with development and writing for the moment. I’m just about to start writing Part 2 which is meat and bones of the first act. I still have a tone-setting prelude I think I want to write, but I’ll probably save that when the mood strikes me.