by Shelt Garner
While I’m quite pleased with where things are with the novel I’m developing and writing, I have to also admit that even at my best I’m not writing as well as my literary hero the late Stieg Larsson.
There seems to be a lot of elements of development that he did that I simply don’t know anything about. Given that I’m approaching the same age he died at — and sold three novels — I feel like the clock is ticking. I need to dramatically improve my writing if I’m going to get this novel (and the five subsequent novels) published before I shuffle off this mortal coil.
Anyway, you can’t edit a blank page, as they say. And my personality, from what I can discern, is very different from Larsson on a number of different levels — I can’t write as dark as he did and I’m not a conspiracy theorist — but I do have my charms.
At least in my own mind.
So, once more unto the breach as they say. The key thing is I have to manage my expectations. I have to accept that for me to get through the various gatekeepers that stand between me and getting traditionally published that a fair amount of luck is involved.
But I really enjoy the process of learning how to tell a story in novel form. I can’t help that it’s taken me as long as it has to get to this point.