I still want Pizza. But because of reasons, going out now would leave me just enough time, maybe for the buying of said suppering but cut into the other wants that I have.
One of which includes writing. More than I would I do if I were to race to get ready for said buying of pizza.
So I will stay wanting of pizza for another night and get some writing writ, though not nearly enough to be happy with myself as I have been in weeks and months gone by.
But unlike those weeks and months gone by, I have a renewed connection to the stories locked inside my head that I have sculpted from the blanks rocks.
Yes, it has to be noted that I have rarely finished any of them and dozens stand unfinished, I feel that the story that I have been writing for the past 61 days is one that can continue long past the time that it is the length of a novel as it's already a third of that now with no signs that I am going to stop sclpting it from the smooth cold rock from which I am shaping it.
Also, while I am struggling now to write hard, I am still holding onto that story and others will soon come to be along with others that will come back to the forefront.
And the struggle of this past week is only going to keep me from the charging past 80 harvested fields.
Aye, if not for the weak harvesting of this week, I'd have been looking at a harvest of 86 fields, which is a harvest that I surely had need of.
But I am not down about this slide.
I will rise again and the challenge of a second straight millionizing will be met.
I am confident of this as I still can achieve this grand doing with fewer than the harvesting of three fields a day.
And I will know the days of more than three fields once more. More than once in fact.
Of this I am certain and sure.
Also, based on current projections, I need way less than 27 rows a day for the rest of the year and that is nowhere near a feat as you mass think.
Once you've done it, the achievement of a millionized year, 27 rows a day, while special is not to be prasied beyond an appropriate level.
Yeah yeah, it's still 2700 words that's nothing compared to a million right?
And once again, I'm too practicey about my harvest, which is phrasing that while less annoying than always talkling about words, can't be the whole of my writing.
Not if I want y'all to come back.
Again.
Luckily I have Mortuvhen.
Though I might wait until after I've finished watching Wonder Woman.
And it will certainly come after I have my supper.
A supper that is not pizza with Coca-Cola to wash it down with.
I think however that I will have Pizza on Thursday and Friday.
As for tonight, it will be pasta, both as part of a couple of sandwiches and by its lonesome as I will almost certainly cook too much for just the sandwiches.
Wait, pasta sandwiches?
Well why not? The beauty of the sandwich is you can make a sandwich from anything.
So enjoy your sandwich with anything that you want to make a sandwich with even if it's something odd like pasta, broccoli, cabbage or whatever else.
Okay, the movie's over
And I have to leave soon for a drawing.
Thank goodness I have Mortuvhen and I'm still humming along with it after 61 days.
BAWE.