I’m going to be taking another little hiatus from the blog, most likely. My summer holiday (part one) starts now, and next week we’re shipping out to Dublin for Worldcon 2019. I’ve been looking forward to this (and saving up my book royalties for it) for two years now, and I predict I’m going to be too busy to post very much (even Steal parts; it requires a bit of formatting and editing, and furthermore I’m going to run out of The Fake Hunt halfway through the trip and haven’t migrated the next book yet).
But who knows? I might have some random bits and pieces to throw on here.
See you in a while!
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.