Where was I? What’s going on?
Just settling into my new job at Etteplan. Pretty much like my early days at Lionbridge (or BGS as it was then), I have a trial period that hopefully I’ll get through without difficulty. This one is six months instead of two (I seem to recall the probations were shorter back then), but oh well.
Seems a nice place.
Panda Egg is in editing, and Gabriel is working on the cover which will be a continuation of the anthology covers for Deadshepherd and The First Feast. I’m quite excited, this story collection came out of nowhere (and started as a bit of a joke, like all my best stories) and I rather enjoyed the results. I hope my readers do too.
I’ve sent a feeler-message to an international publishing agent here in Finland, so now I just need to wait and see if they like feelers and whether they feel my modest portfolio is something they want a piece of. Fingers crossed. I’d rather get 3% of 2000 books a month than 70% of 5 books a month. Actual mathematical figures may not be accurate.
That’s about it for now. Just sitting on the metro headed for the Helsinki Baltic Herring Market, to stock up on pickled herring for the winter. Mmmmmmm.
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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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Cream or wine herring?
Cream for my preference, but Mrs. Hatboy got some wine varieties. We got a wasabi and ginger one that was really good, as well as the lemon, mustard and lobster ones we always get.
Hey, that’s the company we use for documentation!
You should demand me by name!
What’s your company called?