Status report, random babble, The Plan

Not a lot happening this week, aside from assorted running around and dealing with Wump’s after-school activities. I see this getting steadily more insane as she gets older (she already wants to do a third activity, and Toop hasn’t even started any yet), but I suppose we’ll get by.

I’m low-key starting to work on notes and structures and assorted messing around for Book 2 of my latest series, Oræl Rides to War. My editors are working hard on Book 1 and we’re holding the release party in mid-October, come what may.

The new book, I think, will be one of the coolest things I’ve written, at least from my own perspective. I had my doubts about it – Bad Cow has a lot of mystobabble and philosophy and stuff, and might be difficult – but then a couple of characters showed up unexpectedly and … it’s going to be fun to write, and hopefully to read. And I seem to recall that Eejit was similarly challenging before the rest of The Final Fall of Man settled into rhythm.

Eejit wasn’t 700+ pages long, o’course…

Still, going well. And the great news is, I’m more or less over my Amazon-payments threshold for July and August that I will be able to pay for Worldcon 77 memberships for myself and the whole family already by the end of this month, without breaking my day-to-day bank account.

The plan, if I haven’t laid it out here before, is to take each month’s scattering of Amazon payments and transfer them into my savings account. Then, as the months and years go by, I will save up funds there so that by the time Worldcon 77 in Dublin 2019 arrives, I will have been able to pay for the whole thing – airfares, hotel, memberships and all – using my, as it were, talent as an author of speculative fiction.

If I can’t manage that, I’ll augment it with funds derived from my skill as a technical writer … but so far, with just a couple of months’ saving undertaken, it seems to be looking extremely doable.

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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