This is not the best starting time, at the beginning of the final hour of the morning when I haven't written a single word of writing, tweets don't count, but I can sometimes do more with less time than more.
Maybe this will be one of those.
And if not, what's the worst thing that could happen?
I only write 300 words this hour and 600 in the 3rd quarter then continue the doubling with 1200 in the 4th and have a day where I've still harvested two fields?
There are worst results that I could think of.
So I'm going to have at it this hour without any concern for how much or little I've written, though this quarter sure could use a little bit of storying.
Be it prose of proetry.
Of course were I to drop some poetry this morning, I'd be obliged to write about Byron Prestwick because his is the poetry of the morning
Imagine the wonder of being able to go to a space station who the heck knows where just by writing a verse of poetry.
I really like that idea and for a time I was making good use of it.
What, a poet can't have power?
Hogwash
300 words was what I suggested would be a bad low?
I may have to rest m,y goals and not to the positive either.
Ugh. Why did I think that I could write a million words again? And why should I even try, even though it's an amazing accomplishment that deserves to be lauded.
Yes, seriously.
You try writing a million words in a single year.
Maybe you should try.
Or set your sights on a more attainable goal beauase only the most stubborn of writers can do as I did last year.
Yes, the math is unforgiving.
But don't let that get you down, you can master the math and do your thing. You just need to push yourself and it will help to have days where you write more than the minimum.
Even way more.
And no, the writing doesn't have to suffer.
It's an accomplishment in its own right.
It's not for everyone though of course. I know I'm not the first to do it, nor will I be the last, but I might just be the one to do iit most.
At least that's my hope.
And that is just one of the reasons to subscribe.
The journey that I'm on with the great attempt of writing a million+ words a year for many years.
It started out as 13 but since I';m sharing the bulk of it on my site, some wisearse could say sure sure, you wrote a million words, where's the proof, which I'm not posting anywhere and even if I did, that same wisearse could say I don't believe you, that's from multiple years isn't it?
So starting from the beginning of the year is the best way to shut any wisearse up.
Especially after doing some livestreaming of me writing.
Crazy? Well, I'd have a friend or two along for it, if I could find a friend or two who would come around.
But yeah. It's a quietly amazing achievement and I will never stop being proud of what I did, even if I only ever do it once.
I'll do it more than once though.
Mark my words.
Great, now I actually have to do it more than once. Well, it's August 23rd as I write these words and I am closing in on 64% of the minimum to makke it to a million and that gives me more than 4 months to do this thing.
That's less than 400,000 words in four months and eight days.
Nine if you count this one which hasn't even reached the halfway point, which it soon will.
But not before I chunder out 500 words.
Or a lot more than that as I am fast closing in on 700 words so I have time to write 800.
But can I write about real?
There's one Canadian team left, the Vancouver Canucks, who are set to play the Vegas Golden Knights, the 31st franchise in the current NHL.
I have no interest in the Cup success of the Knights and not just because the Golden part of their name is stupid, imo of course, their fans no doubt loove the name.
I'd be quite happy to see the Canucks win the Cup, even though I've long thought that it would be the Habs to hoist the Cup first again since they were the last team before form Caanda to hoist it.
But if it were to be the Canucks, so be it.
The Habs still have 24 Stanley Cups and since all other teams but the Toronto Maple Leafs and Detroit Red Wings have Cup totals in the single digits and all three accomplishments took decades, I'll die knowing the Habs have the most Cups with no one close to them.
Bob will be so disappointed with me that so much time passed since last I sat down at my desk to write with MWOD and he's right to be disappointed.
It's almost four and I'm just writing now which puts more pressure on me to get at it.
So I'm going to need one of those great good hours to have any chance of being happy with how much I wrote because I'm thinking Pizza.
What, again?
It's not set in stone and I want to cut down on the amount of Pizza I eat in a week but right now, Pizza is in my thinking.
But I haven't exactly done enough to deserve the Pizza since I've not even harvested the fullness of a field and harvesting a field and a half is also a ways away.
Bad form Writer Man.
So you want to do like me
And through the act of prose and poetry
Along with practice
The blah blah blah
About your life and thoughts
As part of a year
Of writing dangerously
Because a million words
Is dangerous indeed
Aye fore sure
Your writing can be no good
It's understood
To write with such abandon
You musn't be
Any good at all
Now is there truth to that
I know myself
That I question if
I can have any success
On the traditional path
Which is likely yes
But that don't mean
I can't forge my own
And find it there
And closing in on 64 of the minimum, in late August is pretty good because I've still got four months to harvest the rest and that's a good thing.
Though a better August would have been better. Especially when the average of the last four months was 91,301. I'd have to go back to back to back to back(?) days at 5,000 words each to get close to where I would have been on a month where I continued winning weeks as I had been doing.
And even, how close would I be?
Okay, I would be there. Damn. But that's not going to happen.
But even without that ain't gonna happen at all, I'm on track to harvest more than a thousand fields of words this year.
And some will be of the storying kind.
Oh, yeah, that was bound to be a disappointing caount wasn't it?
I am in need of a harvest of almost two fields tonight to make it to three for the third straight day, which would ba an accomplishment that hasn't happened since July.
Wow.
But not in a good way, even though I'm not disappointed in the tally that July produced.
Stil that long?
Let me shake my head and say what's up with that?
This is not good.
Now, It's not yet five and I only need to harvest another three rows to feel good about my chances at threeing out for the third stragiht day and I can do that.
Only, five rows would be better.
Can I harvest five more fields before I have to decided to leave or stay?
Leaving of course means Pizza and staying means Rice and potato sliced up for the fries like taste.
There are decisions to makle are there not?
Yes, there are.
And as always, writing to be writ.
That seems like the perfect place to end the quarter's writing, but I'm not going to end it there as I still have a need for the harvesting of 16 rows and that is too much for me to domfortably think that I can harvest tonight,
So instead of stopping now, even though it's five and I feel the call of other things, I am going to press on and switch the need from 1617 to 1385, though even that would be more than I needed to harvest last night.
But what am I going to write about since all the stories that I could write, the ones that are in progress, are refusing to report.
Well, I haven't even asked them, but they also haven't come by and demanded I write them more.
You're stuck with this, though at least I've made this quarter stand and be noticed.
Bob won't be disappointed with the outcome at least.
Just what was included in the output.
Of course, if I met a mermaid, I'd have something to write about too.
Not that I'm complaining, I have no plans of going to any ocean anytime soon so I can't even get to a place where I could meet a mermaid.
But I'd be down for that.
I think.
Mermaids can speak English right?
It would be just my luck that I couldn't communicate with any mermaid that I met.
In any way.
Tick tick tick.
To Pizza or not?
To rice and potato?
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I decided that it was going to be a Rice and potato tonight.
Though that decision had more to do with my falling into the timestream than actively deciding that I was going to have rice and the potato.
But the trip through the timestream isn't going to prevent me from harvesting the 14 rows to get to the third three field day of the new writing week.
If only said harvesting was being helped along with a Game Seven betweenh the Flyers and Caandiens, that would have been so sweet.
But it wasn't meant to be and the Flyers play tomorrow.
Go Islanders Go!
It feels like a long time since supper was over and I haven't written since, but it hasn't been that long and I have time to get back and harvest hard and make this the third three field day.
I just have to harvest another 13 rows.
The Bruins are having a good game in the 3rd with a 3-0 lead.
The Lightniing don't look like they're going to be giving the kind of answer that they need to give tonight.
I'm not cheering for either team, though of the two, because they couldn't win the Cup in the last decade, I'd have to prefer that the Lightning win so the Bruins can't win, as of yet. I'll give them that since they'd have as many as another 9 shot at glory.
It's 3-1 Bruins now as the Lightning just scored on Jarosalve Halak who had a great playoffs ten seasons ago with the Habs.
But one goal does not a game of it make, that won;t happen until the second goal, if they do score another.
And of course, that will change if the Bruins get a 4th goal because then the Lightning would need to score 3 gaols in what, 5 minutes?
There's still another 9 whatever to play, that calaculation was based on it taking some time for the Bruins to score the backbreaker that would restore the 3 goal lead.
I ain't going to say go either team.
It's a new game.
The Lightning struck and it's now 3-2 with more than a minute to play.
But time is swiftly running out with less than 10 seconds now so Game One to the Bruins!
Boo?
Not a big boo in this round.
Oh bother.
With les than ten minutes to play in the first, the Vegas Golden Knights have struck first and lead the Vancouver Canucks 1-0.
The Canucks are the last Candian based team in the playoffs and I want them to win the Stanley Cup.
Go Canucks Go!
Oh bother.
Not the Knights didn't score again, I just realized that I'm not going to harvest what remains of the next field to make it a three field day as I just harvested past the second and it's already into the final hour.
Ugh.
Three straight three harvest days would have been nice, but I can at least hammer hard for the rest of the night and get as close to that 3 field harvest asd I can, even if it's hundreds of words off because I haven't been as hard to the wirting this quarter as the last two.
But whatever I harvest this one is better than the nothing of the 1st.
So unless I find the wave or writer's resolve I am not going to harvest that third field today.
Though I've had my goodf results in less than an hour.
To the music!
And now I am listening to the music, even though i know that what I need to make happen is just not going to happen, I cannot write that many words in this little bit of time that I have.
Yes, I've done it before, but those were total gifts that I cannot count on now.
And I won't.
I'm just going to settle in and write my sexy butt off. Buoyed by the music and well, other things.
But enough of that, I'm here to write about myself, with this practice, but you're not cleared for everything.
My Patreon people are.
Ha.
I don't have a Patreon yet, but maybe I will soon. Or eventually.
But how naked with my thoughts can I truly be?
I think I'm fairly an open book but does it matter to anyone?
Outside of you all here, the ghosts which still outnumber you subscribers, my family and the few friends that I have.
And not all of them much care about that part of me.
What say you subscirbers, am I misusung my time with this great effort that ain't going to matter much to anywone, perhaps even to writers who understand how hard it is to actually write a milllion words in a single year.
Of course, I'm stubborn and I am going to keep at it until I fall short for what, three years in a row if I can't make it to fifteen.
Hold on now, I've picked it up in the last few minutes and have an outside chance after all at making this the three third field day in a row.
Yes me, I'm taking a bow and then I'll be right back at it.
But before I do that, I think a little bit of poetry is in order.
And now it's back to the sprinting towards the glory of the three field day.
Maybe.
The poetry might have tripped me up.
But, totally worth it.
Especially since it didh't hurt me at all as the the day's glory is right around the corner and I have more than enough time to harvest the remains of the third field in all of its fullness.
Subscribers, if you have any guy friends who need to to impress their woman, as but one example, I can write poetry for anyone and make it feel real.
And it can funny or it can be sweet
You want a poem for your person, your gramma?
For the boss you want to be told off?
I'm your poet for hire.
An ad in the midst of a Today's Fish entry?
Why not. I have the skills to make a happy buck or two. And you jut saw what I can do with that kind of fuel, you can imagine that money's a good fuel too.
Let's talk turkey if you need a little poetic gobble gobble.
No, I'm not strutting like I'm the Poet King or something, I'm just writing and you're holding back a tear.
Yes, I am this good.
Did I write enough to make it the third field though
I may have slowed down after being three hundred words off, even though the whole writing as if you should hire me was a good little bit of writing, I like to worry that I haven't written enough when the other part of me thinks that I have because tyhere are those times where I have come up just short.
And that could be today.
I hope it isn't, but I won't know until another two minutes, which gives me enough time to write another 20 words, but IO could be 21 off and that would suck to be one short because I dogged it in the 4th.
Though the truth is, it was the lack of writing in the first that would be the culprit.
Either way, I'll know soon enough.
Now, back to the hockey.
Oh bother. It's now 2-0 Knights with less than ten to play in the second.
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