Starting small

Day 27. 63 pages, 30,539 words.

I’ve had a weird couple of dreams over the past two nights, might blog about them later. Right now I’m still undecided whether I want to turn them into short stories or something.

I went for an MRI yesterday, which was a huge pain in the slats but at least I got a little snooze in the waiting room and then also got to snooze in the MRI tube. It was just that routine. Won’t know anything more about it until later on, though. I got me some bubble tea while in Helsinki, to mitigate the truly stupendous amount of time I had to spend getting in and out of the place.

Seriously. I had an appointment at 10:00. I left home at about 06:30. I got home at about 14:00. That is absolutely ridiculous. This time it was buses and trams, which is a new quirk.

Shit. Oh well.

This week’s still a limbo-week, with a lot of running back and forth between offices and going into town for tests and still waiting to hear any important news. And deadlines piling up in the meantime.

Here, however, was a small slice of joy.


Oh yeah. It’s on.

I’m not officially starting with the advertising yet, until Gabriel can get back with updated and improved posters (which was an awesome thing for him to offer to do). But I’m thinking e-book available for pre-order before the end of October, then a mid-November release which will give us a chance to hold a publication party in December. And give everyone a chance to buy this thing for Christmas.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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4 Responses to Starting small

  1. dreameling says:

    Indeed, Eejit with a chainsaw. Brilliant. 🙂

    • stchucky says:

      Hopefully I can kick off something similar by way of marketing. It did seem perfectly appropriate.

    • aaronthepatriot says:

      Alas I must betray my bro and say “The Time Traveller’s Wife with a Chainsaw” was the most epic non-rigged entry. Meaning, excluding Adam’s resubmission.

      But shudder-points to Chucky for his in-joke answer.

      • stchucky says:

        Alas I must betray my bro and say “The Time Traveller’s Wife with a Chainsaw” was the most epic non-rigged entry.

        Gotta pay it, for sheer visuals that is the most interesting one.

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