I lost out on the possibility of a good harvest because Desky went and froze for a stupidly long time and needed repeat shutting offs to be normalized.
The hard way as I couldn't even access settings, which is both worrisome and a bad sign of just how old my desktop is.
Yet somehow I didn't lose any of the terribly few words that I had written to this point today.
That is fortunate because I was plenty peeved with this happening.
Especially since I was already behind the necessary pace if I want to harvest the final seven fields to reach 20 for the 12th straight week
Yes, I'm strutting in my chair.
Was that a flickering of the electricity?
I don't know about that, because it was too fast a happening, but it's more than thank a flickering of the writing power as Desky kept me from writing much in the 1st but it's me who kept me from writing much in this one.
And as a result, It will be an accomplishment if I have just 6 fields to harvest by the end of the quarter which means of course that I will have to harvest a field in each of the next six quarters, though the 4th of the last two days will be bigger than that if I am writing hard enough so that will help.
But hitting 14 straight weeks of harvesting 20 fields a week is not looking like the most possible of options.
And at 20 minutes past the final hour of the quarter, where's the poetry?
Or the story from yesterday where I was once a hero on the 2nd Plain of existence with the name of Patriotus Red, because of the rise of Monument T. Glory.
And the lack of crime there too.
It's a story without a title too, though that's okay as it's not going to get a folder of its own.
But it can still have a title.
Which it does.
How quickly they forget eh?
Or in this case, me.
It has one.
And it is Nahj. Though I have no idea what Nahj means.
Of course, that was the same with Mortuvhen, which I think I have a handle on now.
Maybe.
So until I'm certain, I'm not going to share it with you.
But what I will share with you now is some poetry.
Or was going to before I had to take into account that I needed to get a handle on the man who is the main character of Froeke.
And I don't even have a name for him, though I should fact check that now.
I was right this time.
I have to change that, just as I have to change this mini-slide because I am not showing my best Writer Man face with the output of the past six quarters.
And that's back to back to back days without any poetry and this time, I don't have Nahj #1 to point to, which you'll agree, I hope, was a teriffically fun little beginning to a much more impressive alternate me, or, if it's proven, just a much more exciting narrator than I could ever hope to be because I've never been a hero on the Second Plain before becoming someone who used his powers for Parkour once he was replaced as the go to hero.