by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Now that summer is officially over on a cultural basis, my life is going to start to fall part, to fray at the edges. A series of pretty deep events are going to happen in quick succession that are going to leave me reeling.
I don’t feel like telling you what they are, but they’re coming and they’re going to suck.
But I still have my “secret shame” (wink) of working on a novel, long after I probably should have just given up and resigned myself to being boring. But this new, specific novel is pretty good. I’m very pleased and using AI to develop the first draft has sped things up a great deal.
I’m hoping, in fact, that maybe, just maybe I can get to the point where I can query this scifi dramedy novel by…maybe late spring 2026? Ironically enough, that’s when all these changes in my life are really going to kick into high gear.
It’s times like these when I wish I was younger. I feel so old. I wish there was some way I could be 25 again with my whole life ahead of me. And, yet, that just is not to be. I guess my best hope is the Singularity will arrive and anti-aging technology will become affordable to the masses before I drop dead.
