Still having a slow one, but I just saw that the Juice Media team were celebrating their 5th year of amazing content, and had to give them a shout out.
Brilliant stuff. Thanks for all your hard work.
How are you all doing anyway? I’m warming up, Rocky-style, for the #SPSFC contest that will be starting in less than a week. Everyone’s getting antsy and excited, we’re checking out the covers of the books in our pool and trying to resist gnawing our own legs off in an attempt to get rid of the “we’re not starting yet” chain. I think I’m back in good form, I read a 250 page book in two 2-hour reading sessions this week and dropped reviews for it. I don’t foresee significant issues with reading 30 more by the end of the year.
I now return you to your scheduled pensive silence.
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.