by Shelt Garner
I saw this tweet by Carol Joyce Oats and winced.
Even though I’m not young anymore, I am a male white writer. Of course, the Usual Suspects of Woke Twitter poo-pooed the tweet. And, yet, I have to admit the sentiment of the tweet rings true.
This is definitely an instance of me being far more anti-MAGA than Leftist. I hate identity politics and I’m coming to grow tired with people being “woke.” Even though the usual caveats apply of what exactly it means to be “woke” is very, very muddled and loaded to the point of being practically meaningless.
Or, put another way, I think my general angst about ever being able to get published in a traditional way really works well with the what the tweet above suggests. But I went into this literary project knowing that to get traditionally published is to, essentially, play the lottery.
It’s almost impossible to break into the literary world and to do so requires as much luck as it does talent. You have to hit the zeitgeist in just the right way for you to get through all the gatekeepers between you and success. It helps, of course, to have a relative who is already famous, but, lulz.
Anyway, when it comes down to it, you just do the best you can see what happens. And, if all else fails, I can always self-publish.