Interlude: Easter Ramble

Day 15. 64 pages, 30,044 words. Long Easter weekend flatline, although I will probably still be deleting and adding stuff throughout.

I pre-wrote as much of this long weekend’s stuff as possible, and got on a bit of a roll with it, but didn’t really have time for five entire chapters. I wanted to save as much as possible of my long weekend writing time for actual writing as well, if you can divide it up and say the blog stories aren’t actual writing, and the stuff I’m planning on printing is.

I don’t know if I’d go that far. Especially since some of this will be finding its way into the actual writing in some currently-unforeseen way, and of course all this worldbuilding and history and mythology is definitely a part of the larger story even if it isn’t explicitly written out again.

Anyway, it’s Easter … probably Sunday, I think, if my pre-writing calculations are correct. We’ve got a fun one planned but also plenty of just absolutely doing fuck-all which will also be nice. We were supposed to go and see Ilja play at a gastropub last night (gastropubs, what a fun way of saying ‘pubs with slightly classier and more expensive pub grub’), and we’ll be having the family over for an Easter dinner tonight, if all goes according to plan.

[Follow-up: So far so good, Ilja put on a great show and we had a grand chat afterwards as usual. My reindeer burger was delicious and the mämmi beer didn’t taste too much like mämmi. Next up, family dinner.]

Well, as much family as possible, with my poor old father-in-law still languishing in hospital and my poor lanttumies[1] doing night shifts the entire long weekend (ca-ching though, am I right?). Still, it should be nice. And then tomorrow I believe we’re heading to the traditional Easter bonfire up on the “mountain” that Sotunki definitely doesn’t have. Only we don’t actually have a bonfire this year because of the unseasonably dry weather conditions making it unsafe. That’s probably not okay, since it’s the first time I remember it happening in my nineteen years in Sotunki … but it might just be the luck of the meteorological draw. And a side-effect of the council being more careful now that the area is a national park / nature pre[serve].

[1] No, it’s lanttumies.

Funnily though, it’s the week following the four-day weekend I’m looking forward to (although okay, yes, four-day weekend is fucking mint). Endgame on Wednesday! Another episode of Game of Thrones on Thursday! Short week at work and then a couple of messed-up short weeks on either side of Vappu, woo hoo!

That’s enough rambling from me. Back to doing nothin’.

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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2 Responses to Interlude: Easter Ramble

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    Nature pre?


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