by Shelt Garner
As long as I’ve been using the Internet, which is almost 30 years now, I’ve been obsessed with Webstats. Something about being able to see where someone comes from to look at my writing is extremely addictive.
But, because I have a tendency to wildly speculate on the basis of little or no information, I sometimes come up with some pretty crackpot ideas. The thing that unnerves me the most is when someone uses the Internet Archive to look at this site. Usually, this happens when I contact or otherwise have some sort of interaction with a major media nattering nabob of negativism.
They’re doing due diligence on me. Given that I, unfortunately, can come across as a drunk Internet crank, I usually fail the audition. But someone doing due diligence on you via something like the Internet Archive is like being forced to go on a secret first date against your will.
Anyway, my latest paranoia is someone from the Chesapeake Bay area of Maryland looked at this site, apparently by coming through the link on my Twitter bio. I have a few guesses as to who it might be, one of them being the manuscript consultant that I contacted, but ultimately couldn’t afford. I have this lingering paranoia now that she’s going to use the fleshout outline I gave her to write her own version of my novel.
But, for the time being, that says more about my continued anger about Annie Shapiro “stealing” ROKon Magazine from me than any evidence I might have that this is going to happen. It could be anybody. Literally anyone. I just know where the person came from.
If anything, this paranoia makes me want to develop and write faster. I know this story really well, I just have to finish it.
Anyway, happy reading.