by Shelt Garner
The same dynamic that led me to start this planned six novel project in the first place is back in place — I’m enraged by MAGA. I’d kind of calmed down the last few years because of the Biden Administration being very normal. But the reaction on the part of MAGA to the FBI simply holding Trump accountable has so enraged me that I find myself focused again.
That’s the whole point of this novel series — to have a place to vent about how much I fucking hate the extremes of Trumplandia and the “woke cancel culture mob” (if you will.) I’ve set up the universe of the novel on an existential basis so if you read all six novels you will not only know way, way, way too much about me, but you’ll also get (through subtext) me preaching about how fucked up the extremes of both sides are.
Of course, I hate MAGA way, way, way, way more than I hate the “woke cancel culture mob.” The woke mob is illiberal and destructive and I hate it. But that’s all soft power. The fucking MAGA cucksuckers want to use hardpower to, well, uh, “solve” the problem that is ME.
Anyway, the point is, I’m going to spend the next few days recharging my batteries and then hopefully jump out of the gate to start working as hard as I can to finish six novels that conclude with a very unique, interesting universe for my characters to run around in.
Now, of course, there is the issue of timing. It’s very possible that I could do all this hard work and, lulz, in the end, there’s either a civil war or the autocracy gets so bad that I can’t even publish the novels.
And, it’s not like all six novels would be published all at once. They would be staggered, so I’m kind of flying blind. Things could have changed so much by the last novel comes out that it will see very, very dated. It’s just taken me a lot — and I mean A LOT — longer for me to figure out this first novel than I originally imagined.
And then I turned what was supposed to be just two novels telling one story (with a cliffhanger in between them) into a sprawling six novel epic that explains how things got so fucked up (in America and in the fictional place I’ve come up with.)
Of course, there’s the issue of me.
I not only (apparently) come across as a crazy nutjob from my social media output, but I’m also not exactly getting any younger. So, if you factor in I have to get an agent, then sell the first novel then stagger the release of five novels after that, well, I could be Really Old in Real Terms by the time that process is finished.
But I really love this universe I’ve come up with. I do need to work on some short stories and I also need to have a few back up novel worked out as I go forward.
Anyway. I know I keep saying this and then months and years slide by and I really haven’t gotten anything done that can be published. But I have learned a whole lot and I’m getting a lot better as a writer and a storyteller. These things just take time.
I just hope I live long enough to see everything come to a successful conclusion.