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28 Jul

Not only do I want to have Pizza tonight, I want the bottle of Coca-Cola that I've been having of late with Pizza and Hamburgers.


Oh, I already wrote about that this morning at the very beginning of the mornining's disappointing harvest which is part of what is definitly going to be one of my least harvested seven day weeks of the entire COVIYEAR.


If not the top three of said worst.


Yeah, at this rate, it could even be the worst, especially in the wake of today where I actually wonder if I'll be able to even harvest a full field which I don't think that I've thought that until today.


Am I losing the necessary drive to continue the great streak of millionized years in what was meant to be the second of thirteen that has become fifteen by virtue of wanting to be sharing virtually all my writing and drawings publicly for thirteen of those years as there are sure to be those who scoff the statement that I wrote a million words last year and have harvested 58% of that ambitious requirement already.


So I have reason for optimism that this is but a temporary slide that I will reverse as soon as next week.


But on the sixth day of the writing week, it sure doesn't feel like it.


Though I'm still only needing to harvest 28 rows a day which sounds like a lot, but really isn't.


Especially when I'm consistently rolling out the Nahj and have ceded my role as the engineer of the not a story story train of seven different heroes with a history of daring deeds, sometimes just recounting their quiet days.


Yes I still keep telling myself and by extension you that this is what I'm going to be doing but unless I pull out of this slide I've been in this week, that's less than likely of happening and you may be in for the beginning of a practice heavy period.


Except for my visit to Mortuvhen of course, which now has a slightly different meaning than it did before. Though you nwon't see that until September.


Well, I am not impressed with the harvesting that I am doing overall as it has sucked this writing week with me having no chance of making this the 15th straight week of harvesting 20 fields.


Outside of upping the harvest by quarter a crazy amount starting tonight, when there's another Livestream by the very good comic book artist David Finch.


But if I harvested 18 rows in each of the next five quarters, I would in fact make this the 15th straight week of such a goodly harvest.


What are the odds of that because that's a hard push.


I still want the Pizza and the Coca-Cola and outside of this quarter where I have chundered hard and harvested almost 9 rows, I ain't written hard enough to deserve such a supper. Plus  there's the breadstuff that I want to eat before it goes bad.


Oh bother.


What to do eh? I want what I want, but have I earned it?


Of course, I need to get back to posting the Mortuvhen segments as I was in the first few days because through 59 days, I've managed to keep the average at 500 words a day, which for me is very good and would be novel length before the end of the year.  


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