Day 71. 123,491 words.
Damn it, I didn’t even manage to write 123,456 words. Maybe I should go and delete thirty-five words just so I’ll have something to show for my irritating goddamn day.
I did enjoy a cool little uptick in writing over the weekend, mainly because I figured out what was happening in this third short story. And also because I went and locked myself in the bedroom with my phone for an hour after the fifth time I tried and failed to explain the concept of “just sitting and relaxing for an hour before we do more stuff” to Wump and Toop. I did feel a bit bad about that but we went to the pool shortly afterwards and it was fun.
Grr, but today has been a mess of irritating little scrap-ends of jobs. And not the satisfying “just this last little bit and then at least that job is done” sort of scrap-ends, either.
On the plus side, I guess technically I’ve chipped away a tiny bit at a selection of my different work-related tasks, but none of them actually got done to my satisfaction. Not today, anyway.
And that leaves me annoyed.
Oh well.
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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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