I gave up on the nigh impossible task of making this the 15th straight seven day writing week of 20 fields as I had left too much harvesting undone with the need to harvest 76 rows, which is an awful lot of harvesting even when I'm caught up in the flow.
And I am not caught up in any such flow.
So this is going to be a failed week by the metrics of the past 14 but I've still managed to keep the fire lit for Mortuvhen so that''s a good that I didn't have back in April and the parts of May where I was starting stories that were falling into story comas very quickly.
Mortuvhen continues after 60 days and shows no sign of lapsing into any coma.
“It was the funniest thing. I'd gone 60 days averaging 500 words each day with only two of those days being less than and I thought I'd licked the coma problem with this story when I hit the 61st day and I couldn't write a single word. It was like a switch went off and I couldn't write a single solitary word about poor Perry with the forgotten family name who last stood inside a submarine on an alien world after being rescued from being eaten by a Great Black Shark.”
But of course that's not going to happen.
“I thought it was just a one-off because 60 out of 51 days was still an awesome run of days and that had to be a stumble, nothing more becuase I knew that he was going to step into the crewed part of the submarine which offered up story before being taken to the being who'd brought him here and he'd have to be returned home because othwerwise he'd be dead, or a prisoner trapped on a alien world.”
I am not going to fail with this story!
“But one day turned into two then three. And you guesssed it, I knew where I wanted to go next but I'd totally lost the story. I was blocked on it.”
This is ridculous. I am not going to hit the wall today or any other day. Not on this one.
“Yes, I had actual Writer's Block, or more truthfully, Story Block because nothing blocks us from writing, even if that writing is oh man I suck at writing and have no ideas and no one will ever read my work that I can't even write and I hate that I have this idea in my head of being a writer when I shouldn't even call myself that.”
I don't even know where this story will end but I know that I am going to write it for more than a hundred days straight and all a hundred of those days are going to keep me on the path of the goodly average.
And 500 words is good average. Hopinng for a thousand word average is too high a hill for me when I have the mission that I have.
“Yeah, I was definitely disappointed but I still thought that I was going to rebound in a few days or even a couple of weeks, but I never did. Mortuvehen died after 60 great days even though I knew that I wanted him to get off the alien world, no matter what changed for him with the plan being to get him to Earth C where he'd been hired to write in the new year.”
Maybe with another story I could average higher, but not a thousand words. Besides these are short stories that I'm writing, not novels.
“At least my failure to write any more of Mortuvhen didn't stop me from millionizing a second straight year. I just hit a story slide that I didn't come out of until the final week of September.
Besides, novels imply publication. I'm good with them being offered up for free reading if I can secure alternative means of providement.
Yeah, that's a word right?
“It was just a shame that I lost on this story that had those 60 straight days of goodness that finally went for naught.”
I had a dream involving family and the Virus COVID, but it was a bad thing, even though COVID is what it ism there was no feeling of danger in side the dream.
I rarely remember my dreams and while I'd like to remember them, it's not the worst thing that I don't.
The flow's gone and since I'm not going to harvest 20 fields this week and I have stated that I was going to comment on some freely available writing, be it from blogs or websites, I'm going to read a post or three before the end of the morning.
BAWE.