I have to write at least 2013 words before the end of the day or I will be very cross with myself for failing to harvest 20 fields this week.
I'm just too close to not make it the 14th straight week of harvesting that many fields.
So the fact that I have pizza, hotmidity and twitter to deal with are no excuses for me to fall short of this goal.
And owing to the possibility that I could chucken out on the pledge to not have Pizza for the rest of the month if i fall short of the aim, I won't make the pledge.
Not that anyone would hold me to it.
I'd still be disappointed.
I had me a thought as I was dealing with the hotmidity and listening to the public housing American, not that it's necessarily inspired by his possible trajectory, because he could not go on the journey that this character will go on.
But he was the point of inspiration.
Oh bother?
Shrugs.
So I have three new narrators, Edward Trent, formerly the Second Plain super hero Patriotus Red, Bryce Dewitt, the man with a portal to a host of alien worlds.
And now the story of a prisoner in an unknown prison on an unknown world, which means that it could be a world that Bryce visits. The prisoner's name has officially been expunged from the record of his world. And he himself has accepted this and refers to himself as 478 when asked..
Now all I have to do for those three narrators is assign them their days and of course, continue writing them as well as I've been writing Perry, my would be super hero whose hero name I've let slip my mind.
But I'm not old and doing things that make me fear how I'll be in 30 years.
No, not at all.
What's going to be the excitement potential of the other three narrators?
Hmm, I don't need to rish to figure this out, but the sooner the better.
Can I eventually transition to all fictional narration? When I'm not poeing down with Byron Prestwick in the first two quarters and adventuring with Perry with a forgotten surname in the last two of course.
I like the possibility of doing that as the unadventures of your favourite Millionist are less interesting.
And, I can always guest in their adventures istead of them guesting on mine.
This came from twitter, so I am conflicted about calling it writing, or even counting it here, but I just saw it again and it struck a chord with me
If you writer, you are a write!
I want this to be a t-shirt, but it has a limited audience that needs to be targeted at writers.
Writers who have no money, or desire to buy said t-shirt.
Ugh, needing to process orders of a hundred is a pain.
But this time, it will have to be all paid in advance as I can't carry the shirts like I did the first ones.
Oh twitter?
If I click on my own face, it's supposed to take me to my account yes?
And twitter totally should pay me at least 20 cents for each of my tweets.
Or going forward, a twoonie for each tweet I originate and a loonie for all other tweets up to 40.00$ a day.
Yes, it limits me to 14,600.00$ a year, but that's enough to keep me in comfort and still afford me the chance to builf on that with the other things that I have already begun to do and will do in the years to come.
It's after nine and while I have reached 30% of my aim, I still haven't finished supping and it's scarily short of 100% because you can do math better than me and I know the difference is 70%.
And that's a lot of percentage to make up in two and a half hours which as always can be interrupted by things.
Ugh.
Though I haven't returned to Mortuvhen for the second time so that's going to cut into the percentage some.
Until then though, it's the practicey side of things because I am not ready to share this space with the more exciting narrators.
You know the ones I mean. And more are to come, but not just yet.
How long will it take me to come up with the other three that I'm looking for?
Hopefully not too long.
Though I might just have come up with the fourth as I have an image in my mind.
Yes, I have him and he's a robot and it strikes me as he should have size control powers.
Now all this potential creativity is good, but am I falling too far behind?
It's time to return to Mortuvhen.
At least for me, you won't read it until September.
Did I just hit the wall that I keep fearing with the 4th quarter of Mortuvhen?
Or is it just that I can't remember his powers, or his name frankly and that forces me to have someone else save him which is not a good showing?
It's definitely that.
Well, I've once again succeeded in making Mortuvhen the best part of my writing day.
So that is win.
And I deserve to take a bow for that because at this point, no one else is going to point at me say you there, take a bow because you have earned it.
Nope, I'm going to have to take it myself.
But I am on the verge of deserving a boo for not having hit the final hour of the writing week with less of a need to harvest than this close to a full field which means that I'm going to have to access the speed that I cannpt summon at will because if I could, I'd write a thousand words in a single hour at least once a day.
And if I could do that, I would do it twice a day guaranteed and would m,illionize my years sooner than I actually will in any year but last year.
Of course last year was both special and not something that I ever want to have repaeat again.
Nope, I am not going to dog it thropugh the first three months, have a decent April then ride the rest of the year hard until the middle of December.
I am going to hit my stride much sooner.
Like this year.
No Writer Man, no counting yet, not until the bottom of the hour when I should have 500 words to write, which is doable.
Though having a need to write less than 300 woiuld be that much bettter, the facct that I had less than a thousadn words mto write once I hit the final hour, I was doing pretty well considering how far bsack I ahd to come.
And yes, that's a bad form Writer Man.
A bad form indeed.
Well, that's encouraging, I just did another count, even though it is far from the bottom of the hour and I will have fewer words to write at the bottom of the hour than 500.
Unless something terrible happens and I'm forced to use my laptop, which is surely dead and my phone is nearly dead and without a good keyboard, I'd be thumbing it and I can't thumb my way to the 500 some words in the time that I would have.
So the vberyu least that I can do now is to save the file.
And with that done, I dare say that I will count again.
Yes, I write about what I am doing as I am doing it and I am okay with that.
I am feeling fatigue and it is good that I will be going to bed much earlier this overnight than I did in the last one.
I wouldn't be able to write until the morning and if I did, I would would almost surely write something that included some nonsensical words.
And that won't do at all.
I can see the happy harvesting of 20 fields around the corner because I had brought the need down beneath 500 words and it's still not the bottom of the hour so I will be bringing it down further than that which can only help me.
Especially when I am writing as fast as I can.
That's the good but the bas is the fatigue and I could knock out and lose on the writing of a couple hundred words.
And I am not going to do that.
Yes, I simply refuse to falter now!
So you hear me self? I am Telling you this
All this to say, you are not the boss of me at this point in time. I am the boss of you nd you will fall in line or I will not have Pizza until Septmber and I love me some pizza, even if it's only frozen.
And you know that I am serious about this to not only say that I won't have pizza for the rest of the moponht, outosde tomorrow morning, but I am putting up Auguiest at risk.
So I am feeling it.
Either that or I'm just off the wall dumb because I haven't thought of how pissed I'll be if I can't have pizza for another six weeks.
Yikes!
How can I go that long without Pizza?
Quite simply, I can't.
Ha! I've doine it! The only thing that can stop me now is fatigue or the desktop shutting down or go into that freeze of yesterday in the first.
But neither of those things are going to happen.
Okay, the end of the world would surely stop because we'd certainly lose power, even if I strangley didn't in this scenario and I developed some powers through it.
Of course that's getting awfully imaginative is it now?
Yes, it is .
However that's not too demanding a requirement for me tonight when I have written as much as I can in the time that has passed this quarter since it was this quyarter that had me demanding as much as I have.
I have less than a row now, though fatiigue could still track me down I am feeling it won't get me tonight.
I still have so much time left.
I fact, I'm going to listen to the rest of this song without writing a single word.
Starting now.
And I still have 15 minutes of writing time left, which I don't even need in its entirety.
Because why?
Because I am as fast as I am.
In fact, I'm so fast I may have already harvested my 20th field by now.
And I have in fact done it, but ever is it better toi keep oin writing and give myself a wide berth and ensure success by a hundred or more words.
Yes, that's what I want, though the bottom of the page is here now, I'm going to write untoil I finish the next page.
Why?
Because I can!
And what else am I going to do in the final eight minutes but write?
Well yes, I could go do something to cool off, but I'll do that later.
Now, is the time to write, even as practicey a writing as it is.
If it all comes together, I'll virtually write myself out of the daily march and Today's Fish will give way to Kalntyri!
Yes!!!
Kalantyri is the title for thyat phase.
And now the week is done.
BAWE.