Where We’re At, Late October 2019

It occurs to me that I didn’t get a chance to make a post yesterday, so here’s a boring little bonus.

All is going well at the new job and all the tools and processes are falling into place. Everyone seems very nice[1]. The work is as interesting as one can expect in technical writing and … well, it’s a job.

[1] This phrase always tickles me when I see it. Like, they seem nice but I’m not going to commit to saying they actually are yet. Jury’s still out, they may just be misleading me for some ghoulish reason.

It’s been a month, or thereabouts, since I submitted my letter to the agent I mentioned previously. They said to allow 60 days for a response so I’m only halfway there[2], but I’m not holding out much hope of getting a response now. Something tells me that sort of thing is only going to have a positive result within about a week. Just a “yes, we’re keen, please stand by while we formulate a proper response” would make sense.

[2] Whooo-oh, et cetera.

But fuck it, writing is going well. The latest anthology is in editing and my crack team of nitpickers are approaching their 31.10 spooky dooky deadline. I’m ready to implement and publish! And then continue with the next book.

That’s about it for now. Busy few weeks coming up. Hang in there.

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. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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2 Responses to Where We’re At, Late October 2019

  1. To combine the phrase that tickles you with one that tickles me, ‘”I just wanted to say” that everyone seems nice.’


    Common over here in speeches, not sure if that’s an Americanism or not.

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