Interlude: Playing Catch-up

Day 49. 155 pages, 75,826 words.

I was just philosophising about my strange and very enjoyable life this morning, over on Usenet where I still make the occasional post.

In particular, I have been posting on the George RR Martin fan newsgroup semi-regularly since I began publishing books. In fact, I have been posting there (as has Mrs. Hatboy) ever since the newsgroup’s creation, but now I’m one of only three or four people still active. I’ll be paraphrasing the post here now (or actually more like flat-out copy-paste repeating it), but the link will get you to the group where you will find a treasure trove of totally unmoderated wit and wisdom.

It’s interesting to note that (not to keep score or anything) since I read A Dance With Dragons in the recovery ward at the hospital where I had my cancer surgery[1], I’ve undergone a mess of chemotherapy and written six novels, five of which are in this silly series of mine.

[1] I’ll always remember having to hold the book braced against the mattress and table, because it was technically too heavy for me to lift right after my operation.

Which, okay, the size of the book makes a bit of a difference (indeed, Arsebook was a bit small to really count as a novel in my view) but I’m going to call it. I have caught up with A Song of Ice and Fire in the time it’s taken Martin to write the 6th book.

I also helped Mrs. Hatboy to raise a couple of kids, although that statistic may not count because Wump was already a toddler when I went into hospital in 2011. But even so, she starts school this year. Just for a bit of perspective. I also did it, to counter the “but but but so many distractions!” argument, while working full-time. Well, anyway, I’m pretty chuffed with how it’s all gone.

Now if I can just get a six-seasons-and-counting HBO series.

Oh, and a massive, massive international bestseller streak. That’d be sweet. Probably asking a bit much, but it would be sweet.

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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2 Responses to Interlude: Playing Catch-up

  1. Nice post! How do I join that dying Usenet group?

    • stchucky says:

      Well, it was a bit more involved back in the day, but now I think if you just follow the link and if you have a Google account, you can post in the old Usenet forums through Google Groups pretty easily.

      It’s been years since I had Free Agent installed on my machine, but that was the business when it came to reading newsgroups.

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