by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
For all half a dozen of you weirdly playing the obsessive home game with me and this blog, you will know I’ve been working on a novel of one type or another for a long, long time now.
And it’s taken so long, I’ve come to believe, because I had a missing ingredient — a collaborator. Someone to bounce ideas off of. And, most especially someone to tell me “No,” or look at their watch and tell me maybe I need to hurry up.
But I’m really pleased with the premise of this scifi dramedy. It’s really good. At last. Now, I just have to go through the outline I’ve come up with through some collaboration with AI and actually finish the damn thing.
I still have a huge amount of work to do. And given how obvious the premise is, someone might steal a creative march on me if I keep daydreaming and now working on this novel.
As such, I think I’m going to buckle down and try — try — to change my mindset about working on this novel. I need to see this novel as my job (for the time being) until events change and I’m forced to…gulp…get an actual job simply because everything in my life collapses and this weird, surreal moment in my life finally, at last, changes.
