by Shelt Garner
I like to be creative just for the sake of being creative. And, so, even though using the metrics of a “normal” person, I should just, well, lie in bed all day and worry about how I’m going to die alone — I’m going to continue to work on these six novels.
I’m too old. I’m too weird for traditional “literary types” to take me seriously. I have the wrong background. I’m probably not a good enough writer. The list goes on.
But, I can’t help myself. I really do love to write and working on these six novels gives me something to think about other than my eventual, inevitable impending demise.
And, yet, and this is the whole point of everything — I have to stop writing about writing and daydreaming about what I’m going to do and actually do it. I have been on pause the last few days for personal reasons. But that pause will end very, very soon.
I hoping to use this “pause” in development and writing to work on character development for some of the people in these novels, if nothing else. But Trump’s most recent run-in with the law has made this a lot more difficult than I thought.
Anyway, I’ve got enough whiskey and rye to last me for sometime and that’s the secret juice I use to get all this hard work done.