I’m throwing a book release party on the 5th of May, even though the book probably won’t be released.
It looks like the BRKNs won’t be making it and the traditional winner of the Bar Äijä’s pub quiz, Kristiina, is a Maybe with her significant other and backup barkeep Heikki.
What I’m getting at is, someone else has a shot at winning the quiz if I do one. Which I feel I should … just not about the latest book. That’s a recipe for sadness.
Problem is, I’m broke and there’s about a week and a half to party day. I can’t depend on anything I get from Amazon / CreateSpace arriving on time. I was thinking of making a Sir Greyblade noddyhead (a bobble-head, really – it decorates the Astro Tramp 400 control console), but that should probably wait for the Greyblade release party.
– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while the wheels on the bus go round and round.
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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I don’t want a fucking noddyhead goddamnit! That settles it, I’m not flying out there to surprise you for this quiz! And I was thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis close!