Oh bother.
I didn't write a single word in the 1st Quarter again and that doies no good in helping me harvest hard when I need to get back the hard harvest of words for my bvold objective of continuing to write a million words a year.
And yes, it is bold rather than crazy, stupid or any other negative word one could use.
I can't say say that anyone can make a million dollars in a single year, because not everyone can, let us look at the numbers of millionaires in the world and there are hundreds in the world.
Now for many of them, that took more than a year, so it's not hundreds, but it's going to several each year yes? Athletes signing their first contracts for one. Actors signing a three or more picture deal.
Lottery winners.
How many people have written a million words in a single year?
Dozens?
That would be at most I think
So what I've done for one year and am attempting to do for a second is far harder than that since so few people have done it.
And if I'm successful at doing it for 15 years with 13 of them for all to see that will be a feat that only the most audacious of writer souls will dare try to repeat.
Does the quality of the writing even matter?
Well, my writing is not without merit.
And as I turn to the writing more and more of stories, the better my endeavours will be,
I've already written Mortuvhen for 62 straight days averaging 500 words a day which has left me with a minimum of 31,000 words If I can replicate that with a few more stories, I'll be standing even taller.
The flow is good this morning.
It's a pity and a shame that I could not find a strong enough calling to flow on in the first and will end the morning with seven rows?
If I'm lucky, yes.
Where's Byron Prestwick and the lovely little series of stories that he was bringing to to life, which included the story of his own adventure as he has the ability to instantly telpeort to a space station thousands of light years away from Earth the moment he completes a single verse of poetry
But he hasn't written regularly for the first time since first he discovered this ability of his.
The years of not being able to get the station to run have finally gotten to him.
Or I couldn't sustain the stories with him.
No, I can, I just need to know him better and have his history accessible.
He'll be back.
As will the postings be that I need to catch up on.
And the ones that I have to catch up on again, that being Today's Fish which currently need to caught up by six postings.
Maybe I'll go post a few now because I am lacking in the flow and I have harvested a half field which is pretty good and I still have the final hour of the morning ahead of me.
But I also recall, like just now that I failed to reach Camp Camareya by a single word and I can't let that happen again and if I can harvest a field this quarter, then I can almost surely reach Camp Camareya today.
Though today's 3rd quarter will not be completely my own, if I harvest that field now, even harvesting three rows will set me up for a reachable need in the 4th of 8 rows,
Yes, I like that idea.
So the catching up can wait for the harvesting of that full field which I can do before the bottom of the hour.
At least at the rate at which I am harvesting now.
But that doesn't mean that I should continue with practice that is too far into the weeds.
It's Thursday and I had an inkling of what I wanted Thursday's Nahj to be yet here I am wondering what I was thinking of.
Oh yeah, I've decided that the story of Captain London Shepard, who is the captain of his very own asteroid with a crew of robots and his lady love, who I think needs to be an alien.
Which begs the question that I've already tweeted out.
Would you take intimacies with an alien. If they were compatible of course. Not all would be compatible with us.
Like the horrible one from Species. Yeah major babe, but that's one and done in the worst of ways.
I didn't harvest the fullness of a field by the bottom of the hour, though I am certain sure that I will before the end of it.
That's a guarantee.
What isn't a guarantee is that the hour will finish on a good note or not.
Though if I don't get to it, there won't be nothing but practice for the whole of this Thrusday morning.
And who wants that?
Not me.
But I'm not sure that I can slip into the life of Captain London Shepard this late into the final hour with 12 minutes left.
I only found out that there was an asteroid named after London six years ago. Little did I know then that within the year I would be the captain of her as she was repurposed into a spaceship a thousand years ago and used to patrol the outer limits of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Should I have started it with so little time to write?