I will be away from pretty much all keyboards for the next week or two, and I didn’t get a chance to key up the next Steal of Time book for posting. I’m going to focus on trying to get Panda Egg done on my phone in my spare moments but I doubt I’ll have many.
My parents arrive tonight, so I’ve got a weekend’s worth of The Dragon Reforged to post up and then that’s done with. After that I’ll be radio silence for a while.
Yes, I still have the Worldcon report to write. I’ll get to it when I get back.
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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