Why isn’t October over yet?

Had a bit of a rocky start to the month, has to be said. Crisis of confidence not helped by lousy editing sessions (but the month is still young!), abysmal Amazon sales for September, and a general feeling like I just don’t know a lot of people as well as I thought I did.

But still, things can only improve (he said, waving the lightning rod and grinning like a mad bastard).

My friend and most excellent cover artist, Gabriel, has also had a rough trot of things lately and my good vibes go out to him, hopefully things get better. Lots of work ahead for the two of us, sir. Lots of work. And in the meantime, he was interviewed by DeviantArt and got himself a nice little feature (where yours truly got a mention as one of his biggest customers … and “creative beast”). Check it out here.

The weekend was grand. Blasting the lid off Kallio on Saturday night was a lot of noisy fun, the Scots (and assorted non-Scottish attendees) were most excellent as ever and somehow the protracted bagpipe solos served to absorb alcohol and leave me almost sober after nine pints, three shots and a rum & coke. And no hangover on Sunday.

Which was good, because we went into Helsinki to drop a ton of money at the herring market (which was fine because I only paid for my first beer on Saturday night, my comrades in pub crawlery paid for the rest), listen to a choir performance at Uspenski Cathedral (I watched about fifteen minutes of it and then went outside to play with the kids), and then hobble home heavily laden with delicious vittles.


Wump and Toop had ice cream. Toop didn’t finish hers in time. I acted as a mobile table for her.

All in all a good weekend. We got home, ate fast food, and I went to bed planning to get up early and do some writing. We had some cold coffee in the house that I need to add milk to in order to drink (this seems like random information but it’s pertinent), but that was fine because we had a half-glass left in the carton.

At about 02:00am I was awakened by clinking as Wump got out of bed, went to the kitchen cupboard and fridge, and helped herself to the last of the milk. Unable to get back to sleep after that, and unable to find anything else with caffeine in the house, I got up and shambled into my study to write. With no coffee.

Didn’t get any coffee until I got to work at 09:15am.

Just starting to feel human again now. And that’s not necessarily a good thing.

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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3 Responses to Why isn’t October over yet?

  1. stchucky says:

    And of course our adorable girls made the papers.

  2. aaronthepatriot says:

    That’s awesome, especially the papers bit! And hang in there! So what if you know half of us half as well as you should like; and like less than half of us half as well as we deserve? You’re in good company there!

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