Stacker Pentecost. Paging Stacker Pentecost. Start the clock.

Another day with little to report, so let’s see. A couple of minor Twitter flurries not worthy of a blog post, nothing in particular on Facebook or YouTube to share. I’m still listening to the Welcome to Night Vale podcast and enjoying it, and that takes up most of my bus commute when I’m not randomly blogging about nothing.

I’m also still playing The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, and enjoying that a lot too.

And it’s still hot and humid over here, which drains the rest of my remaining energy very effectively.

I haven’t been writing much (what with the heat and the Zelda) but what the heck, I’ve put this off too long anyway, let’s start the clock.


The following count isn’t entirely accurate but I still feel like I should be making some sort of record. That was what the daily blog posts were meant to be for, and it might motivate me to get on with this. I don’t want 2018 to be the year I only publish one book, after all. So here we are:

Day 1. 11 pages, 4,245 words.

We’re underway. In fact, when Twitter asked Edpool to quote the 7th line from the 7th page of his current Work In Progress, he was able to oblige. And here it is for the rest of you too:

– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while on the bus.

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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