by Shelt Garner
In an ideal world, I would no have been so conspicuous about this novel project over the last few years. Now, there is this vast documentation of my struggle over the years to write novel(s.)
And, in a truly ideal world, I wouldn’t be such a crank and I would be about 20 years younger. Oh, and if we’re changing things, how about throw in going to a better school and getting better grades in college while we’re at it.
Hell, give me a brain transplant about 16, I think, would fix all the problem I now face.
But, you know, you have to live with the cards you’re dealt. I can’t help who I am. I can’t help that I’ve always been a square peg in a round hole. And I can’t help how old I am.
You just have to believe in yourself. No one else will.