Guuuhhhh (2)

Day 99. 69 pages, 31,095 words.

In the past couple of days, my allergies have hit with full force. I will need to start medicating. Well, it’s either hay fever or my immune system and body just completely gave up the ghost and decided to fall apart over the weekend. Which wouldn’t surprise me.

Mum and dad left last night. It was … a challenging visit. I won’t talk about it here. It’s always nice to see my folks and I do miss them, and I can’t wait to see my brother and sister and nieces and all the rest of the family when we go and visit at Christmas, but … yeah. That was fucking exhausting and I’m relieved it’s over.

I’m planning on writing something for this little writing contest coming up (since it looks like I didn’t make the short-list for the Storyteller contest despite my amazing friends and readers). Got to show willing. I suppose.

Just trying to get back into the swing of it now. I didn’t write anything much this weekend of course, but it’s not as bad as it looks – I actually deleted a bunch of unnecessary stuff, so the added word-count looks like less than it was. Also I think I lost a draft somewhere in the e-mails between computer and phone, but it was really fuck-all that I’d managed to write on Friday or Saturday.

But now I have my computer back, and it is glorious! dreameling, yes – specs to follow if and when I get a chance and when I remember.

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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