Another Sunday Bites the Dust

Day 42. 39 pages, 19,359 words.

I’m not entirely certain what we have on the cards for today, but hopefully it’s just hanging out and relaxing a bit more. Another week’s about to start and I’m hoping I’ll get a bit more of everything done.

Nothing much to report, though. Haven’t (as of Friday pre-writing time) gotten an update on the kesämökki but we paid our part of the deal and the sale was meant to be taking place, which brings an end to the whole drama of the kesämökki and the crippling theft-related debt of the previous generation and the this-generation bailout.

Now, I wonder if I’ll have a chance this weekend to collect on the wager my lanttumies and I made some years ago. He’s agreed to pay me in my own books, granting me Amazon points and royalties and allowing me to sell them on or use them for marketing, and fulfils his Amazon pay-threshold obligation so he can review Deadshepherd for me.

It’s convoluted as fuck, but I think it’s a much more elegant answer than him just straight-up giving me €100[1]. Optimum benefits for everyone, especially me – which is only right, as I won the bet.

[1] Or €200. Nobody’s really sure but I think it was €100. We were really drunk.

Ah well. Good times. Last night was great, and I learned my lanttumies got promoted so that was a bit of good news. Didn’t manage to catch him for a pint, because he doesn’t know how to phone. But oh well.

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. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/

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2 Responses to Another Sunday Bites the Dust

andy says:

May 7, 2017 at 5:53 pm

Just happened to catch your new book-not sure how I missed it when it came out. Can’t wait to read.

I do have to ask though, how did you manage to get so many reviews in so short a time, it’s almost more than the series combined?

- stchucky says:
  
  May 7, 2017 at 6:07 pm
  
  Heh, well. This one is going into a Kindle Storyteller contest, and I think the main criteria for picking finalists is “sales potential” which translates as “stars and reviews”. So – as per the blog post a week or so ago – I called on everyone to review it if they felt they could.
  
  So I got a bunch of reviews, but hope it is still organic. I have a hard time trusting a (really badly written) independent publication that has been released in the submission period (ie. February to mid-May) that has 60 reviews.
  
  So let’s see how it goes. I hope you enjoy it!

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