Thirty-two years ago today, it was a Saturday and it was not a good day, though the bad of it was totally self-inflicted.
I could go into more details since I remember it with a certain clarity, but I choose not to.
Though I would for my Patreon that I don't have if you were signing up for 100.00$ a month.
Well, I might as well be ambitious since at this point, the idea that anyone would pay even a dollar for any content from me when I can't get more than two subscribers in ten days, as of the last time that I checked,
Ugh.
It's hard on the confidence.
But I will keep on keeping certain sure that I will come into more subscribers.
Somehow.
Even if it takes ten long years.
Ugh.
135 words is just not going to do, not when I'm in the second hour of the 1st quarter on a day when I am feeling the drive again, even though I am impossibly far behind and won't even pretend that I can storm back and make this a winning week when at the beginning of the day, I had less than 9 fields harvested, which means of course that I have more than 11 to harvest in 8 quarters.
So I would have to harvest more than 14 rows in each of the next eight quarters when I want to give two of them no words.
The math to do it in 6?
I don't want to know.
But I did the math anyway. And it's 19 rows in each of those six quarters.
That's too much to ask for when those quarters include the 4th where I might well want to go out in two of them.
And even if I don't. I'll be in tough to harvest that many rows.
Also, the idea of me harvesting more than 19 rows in any of these next sic quarters is a non-starter.
However taking this seven day week from least to fourth is certainly doable.
In fact, if I harvest hard enough, I can slip past the three worst weeks of the year today
Though to keep the 3rd quiet, I'll have to harvest two fields each quarter.
Just doing that would be one heck of a comeback that would give rise to thoughts of doing it again tomorrow.
But that's crazy.
Wow, all this time that I've been writing and I've only written to 4 rows now?
Where's the harvest speed of a field in an hour, which I could surely use as that's the kind of harvesting I need when I am impossibly far from making this the good week that it could have been if I had been feeling the kind of drive that I need to making this second year of the Millioncy era.
And it woun't be an era without at least four straight years.
Or at least in a row and 12 of 15.
Ambitious I know, but that's me, ambitious, when it comes to this achievement of mine.
And no matter what you think, this is an achievement, just do the math eh and realize that anything short of that average, or days missed and you're going to need some kind of period of time where you write a lot more.
Writing naught but blah blah with copying and pasting doesn't count.
You have to write those words.
And that is exactly what I did, though I sure could have used more storying than I had then.
Not to mention more this year.
I think I'll have the perfect amount in year three though.
Of course only time will since yesterday's return to writing was little more than a row's harvest.
Just returning though was a step in the right direction and I have tiime now to do better this quarter than I did in the last one.
If I can bring enough of my attention away from the final season of Marvel's Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D,
I'm bingewatching the last season and enjoying the heck out of the first three episodes.
Now I'm on to episode 4 of 12(?)
And I still haven't storied up yet and after reconnecting with the kindess story lat last night, in spite of the Habs' first game of the series loss, which could have been enough to make me all peeved and stuff, I want to get back in the slow of it as I have on the way to Paraveedun, the home of the old homeless man who had the feather to give to Joseph Perris and that of the brash, but beautiful woman who he was holding onto for dear life.
Though of course, she was very easy to hold onto as he himself had admitted.
To himself naturally.
And you dear readers.
Or reader as the case may be.
Sigh.
“That's not fair, I'm on my way to a magical world and fearing for my life if we should get separated, so you can be sure that I'm going to be clingful as you say. Which is, by the way, a totally weird way to say it.” I said, wanting very much to not be that close to her anymore. But I couldn't help but cling to her for ferar of getting lost in The In Between. And never did I think that there would be a time where I'd be un happy to be this close to an attractive woman.
“That much is true Joseph Perris, but you could cling to me like a man that had impressed many a woman in bed or battle, since the females of my world do battle as well or in some cases, better than the males. Instead you cling to me tentatively like you'd done neither in a long time, if at all. But you are my lot in life unless you can win the challenge and free me of my obligation.” She said, sounding very dismissive of me.
Well, that was deep into the dreaming, though I put it to good use as I was thinking of the kindness story which I will come to rather directly as the quarter will indeed suffer for a lack of writing.
I looked at her and made a noise ager as the attack upon my manfulness dawned on me. “How I've impressed or not impressed women in bed is none of your damn business Maervaeda. As for battle? We don;' battle like you do and we certainly don't go out of our way to fight women, regardless of what strides in equality we've made, that will always be unseemly, which is putting it mildly.” I said, incensed at her brashness and disappointed in her ease to be such a challenging woman that I'd not want to be around any longer than necessary. Yet for all of that, I'd still agreed to come with her to Paraveedun to free her of some stupid obligation. What kind of fool did that make me?
“None of my damn business Joseph Perris?” She said with incredulity as she squeezed my hand. “My dear Jospeh, if you fail in the challenge , we will be bonded together in what you would would call matrimony and all of your doings of bravery and cowardice would be known to me as we made love in the storm of celebration. I already know that you will be my hardest trial, but I am wiling to face it with the fierceness of the warrioress born and can only hope that you will face it as best you can too, though you are no vision of warrior or calling of any caliber that I would call great and manful.
“Wow, really? I'm not a man but you'll take me anyway? I'm supposed to accept that? I guess it's a good thing that I was manful enough to agree to come here and face some challenge that I know nothing about in order to free you.” I said as I pulled my hand out of hers which is when the world went crazy.
Though dark it was as we travelled, it got darker and the sound of thunders could be heard in the distance, though with each strike of lightning, the sound of thunder grew closer and stronger, almost like it was coming towards us.
“No! Don't pull yourself away from me Joseph Perris not while the dragons of lightning and thunder are keenly aware of us.” She screamed, sounding very much like I'd doomed us. “You fool Joseph, now we must fight them because of you.” She continued.
I didn't write in the 3rd and it's early in the 4th, though originally, the plan was to do something like last week and drink in both pubs that I drink at.
But I intentionally travelled through time and when I returned from said travelling, didn't go out when I could have and made it a modified version of the drink in both pubs.
Though even that wasn't the original thinking for the day because I was originally going to ride my bike for the first ime in too long, outside of the time that I rode it back from the Bike store.
I didn't ride today as I had so little time in the 2nd for the harvesting, though what little time I did have, I put it to great use and harvested almost half a field in less than twenty minutes which means I was on pace to harvest more than a field if I'd been able to have that hour.
Still I made the best of it and the kindness story was the benficiary of that concetrated burst of effort
And that concentrated burst of effort is already greater than this one, which has had twice the time and resulted in harvest that is sadly half of that one, though I'll have enough time to bring the size of this harvest past the size of that one.
Though not as much past it if I was staying here for the rest of the night.
I'm not planning to do that though as I am going to the first of the two pubs for a lateish supper and drawing of course, going to a pub without drawing just isn't done anymore.
At this point, it would take a date for me to not being drawing at a pub or bar.
And the odds of that happening are slim and none and slim has left for the future because I can't believe that I'll never have a date again.
Though that's entirely possible since so many years have passed without a date for yours truly.
Ugh.
The 4th quarter is trailing the 3rd by less than 700 and that will be far less than that before the end of the series finale of Marvel's Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D., the final season of which I've watched since last night.
And wow, this was the best season yet
Wait, she's dying?
That's not the happy ending for everyone that I was hoping for.
Yes, I'm a sucker for happen endings.
Oh, they brought her back.
Wow.
Though it makes sense since they had all the time in the world for that.
Cool.
They ended it there?
Oh good, it is ending fittingly.
And it's over.
That was seven seasons of a series that was never my favourite or always the easiest to watch because live action comic book shows are always lesser than animated series and comics.
But this was an amazing final season.
I should return to Paraveedun before I leave for the night.
But it was too late as I pulled away from her and plummeted to the ground beneath as we had been crossing through the In Between low to the ground too because of the dragons. Presumably at least, I hadn't asked her before I fell away from her and tumbled to the ground beneath, shaken and scraped skin, but with nothing broken. Thankfully.
I lay on the ground, not wanting to move as I was aching and afraid of standing up and being eaten by a dragon in a single gulp. And I'd never thought that getting eaten by a dragon, outside of being eatn by a komodo, which wouldn't happen because I was never going to be anywhere near one for that to happen. But now? Now it was totally possible. And it was only possible because I'd been a fool.
I looked up and couldn't see her and I knew that I was alone. What was going to happen next?
This was not how I saw it turning out.
But I can get it back to where I was thinking of taking it. It's just going to taka little work.
Still, three quarters of writing and three quarters of the kindness story.
And it's going to be read too!
How cool is that?
Kuuanonnii everyone, ghosts and subscribers.