6 min read
16 Jul

There will be days where I will have written before now, I promise you. I could write a million words a year, fine it's only been once so far, but I've reached 55%, rounded up, of the way to my minimum objective for this year, which is smaller by far than last year's.


But that was a special year where I had to write like a double writing machine from May to mid-December becuase I was dogging it in January, February and March before finally having a “decent” April.


April's good wasn't enough though as I needed to start harvesting thousands of fields a month, which is what I did six times.


What's the worth of that?


Well, aside from propelling me to the writing of more than a million words, which is something that surely hardly anyone has ever done before which makes it an accomplishment in and of itself.


Hey, if we can make celebrities out of people who go on those awful reality shows, which aren't actual reality, they're just not scripted, or scripted like dramas and comedies then we can say  wow, that's amazing.


I'm not asking to be a celebrity but, I deserved the respect and the applause of my accomplishment.


But you didn't see it last year and haven't seen it through the middle of July?


Well, you'll get a sense of it in these final 169 days and then the full sense of it next year.


Unless my coming online with my own website is the beginning of the end and I don't harvest 30 fields a day for the rest of the month and I can't even make it to Camp Camareya on five of those days. 


Though that wouldn't knock me out of the running for the Millionist Crown that I am competing for alone as the calculating that I have done will still see me harvest 76 fields this month which would make July the third worst month, this year of course, by fields harvested.


It would however make things a little harder for me, which i don't want because I want to harvest a thousand fields a year for 15 years. The two that would be most for me and the 13 for you.


Unless of course someone passes by, sees the untapped good of my writing and I go on to write a story or two that goes through the traditional steps in which case, I'll only write some 600,000 words.


Probably.


Or maybe I'll only do it for three years, with 2021, the year that I turn 50 being the lone year, in full that I share the writing, drawing and other things, like polls, that aren't your father's polls.


And the t-shirts that I have for sale.


T-Shirts which I will be posting pics of. Pics perhaps featuring people who are wearing them.


I need to get a handle on the stories of my blessed poet, one Byron Prestwick, who you will get to see from the beginning  over in the Mavranyr folder,


Yes it's poetry, which maybe gives you a reaction of god no, not poetry. But you really should give it a chance because I write what I refer to as Gateway Poetry.


Exactly, it plays off that term because I'm clever that way.


No, it's not arrogant if it's true. Though it doesn't mean that it will be to your taste, but even if it isn't, you'll see the native cleverness to it.


Or not, especially if anyone come to troll and says I'm the worst poet and writer ever.


Also that I draw like a kid, that's been one that's been used before, to which I say, that's a talented kid.


Hey, I freely admit that I have a ceiling at which point I will not be able to improve past


But I haven't reached it yet as I continue to improve, however slowly I do.


Of course there's...


I lost my train of thought as I got caught up in a Maroon 5 video and went over to twitter to tweet about it and hope that a poll comes out of it.


It was the Sugar video where they performed at people's weddings.


I think that would be totally cool to have a band or solo artist perform at my wedding, even if it was for a video.


I wonder what their track record is?


How many of those couples have stayed together. The video states that it was the 6th of December in 2014 that they performed at those weddings and that's more than enough time  for some of those marriages to have failed.


Sadly.


I'll likely never get married myself, but I'm a big fan of one and only marriages whenever possible.


And of the weddings that I have been to myself, I don't think any of them have ended in divorce.


So yes, your takeaway from this should totally be to invite me to your wedding for the success of your marriage because I can count at least 6 marriages that have so far avoided the DIV.


Especially if it's a destination wedding.


And I'll come bearing gifts that you won't get form anyone else.


Though some would say that's not something I should be proud of.


Oh yeah, there's going to be some Self-Deprecation up in here.


And that's not a bad thing.


But I'm also not going to denigrate myself either. There is a place for me as both a writer and artist, though I prefer to call myself a man who draws. And soon will paint and some other things.


Fingers crossed.


But this was originally about seeing the story of Byron Prestwick, a blessed poet unfold from the beginning, which is a mix of him writing about his life.


Oh gawd, a poet writing about their life? Please, save us from this.”


Well, he's a blessed poet for a reason.


One which can wait for the revealing of until tomorrow I think. Yes I think it crystalized in my mind in the second poem about Byron Prestwick, my blessed poet.


It's not looking like there will be any new poetry today, but you wouldn't see it anyway since I'm taking the lot of you back to the beginning which was on June 6th.


An eventful day in the history of the world which still has ramifications to this day. 


But I'm not here to teach a history lesson.


It predates the lifetime of anyone who's likely to read this so you might be excused for not knowing this date in the 20th Century.


Only there are those dates that most people should know.


This I think  is one of them.


Oh bother!


I'll be back, I have to (re)boot my desktop in the butt.


Oh yeah, I was writing wasn't I?


There's no new poetry today, but you're getting it over in the Mavranyr folder.


And this was the humble beginning of my breakout character.


I hope.


Also, why can't a blessed poet become a breakout character, even if it takes years?


And breakout for me is not in the same league as breakout of forever known characters of the great fictions.


I'd settle for one that helps me make a happy buck or two.


By which I mean a living, and I don't need much for that.


But that's neither here nor there and is a longer conversation, as it were.


Besides, I'm up against the end of the quarter and the bottom of the page.


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