Wow, how little am I going to harvest today?
If it's anything like this quarter I am going to fall below thefull field harvest fopr the first time this decade and COVIYEAR of course.
Ugh.
Though I have enough time to both change that and still harvest two or three rows of the thirty.
Kisses hugs and love
A gift from above
Or the Universe
However you want to think of it
It's more than biology to me
It's real and true
Something lovely and new
That makes me feel
Stronger than steel
Fine, I am not stronger than steel. I'm not some hero dashing around the city saving people from the worst days of their life.
Though with the right person in your life, you can feel like a hero, at least in their eyes.
And that's pretty good.
I am definitely back on the slide and today is not going to be great by any means.
Oh look, the original pilot for Charlie's Angels.
I should watch that while it's available for the watching on da youtube.
I'm of the age where this was a show that I remember watchiong when I was a boy.
That doesn't mean I'll not keep on writing, I'll just be writing less, but I won't be writing much.
Of course that is in keeping with the day where I am worried about harvesting a full fiueld because the first quarter in which i wrote, was in the final minutes.
Ugh.
This is not how I go about the harvesting a of a thousand fields in the year.
But I've been travelling through time today so it's to be expected.
Oh noes, Tommy Lee Jones is playing a baddie isn't he?
And he's going to tell the bad guys that Janet isn't Janet.
The Angels' first case involved a disappeared man and his estate with the prettiest angel, Jaclyn Smith, pretending to be the daughter of the disappeared that he had with his first wife, who had since passed.
And I haven't even mentioned the woman playing the grieving widow who'd been in Star Trek once or the never seen again character portrayed by the late David Ogen Steirs, who was already on Mash or would be soon.
He wasn't that likeable in MASH but he was certainly likeable here and I would have preferred him over Bosley, not that there was anything wrong with him, just that David Ogden Steirs outshone him.
That's my nickel anyway.
And still do I write oh so slowly and nearly an hour later I'm only coming to the harvesting of three fields.
Sigh.
At least I have some good news to talk about in Hockey as the Islanders dominated the Flyers in a 4-0 shutout while the Stars took a 2-0 series lead as they once more scored 5 or more goals in a game.
The first time was against the Flames so that sucks as I was rooting for them and not the Stars.
Now, I'm happy to see the Avs get bounced.
As for the Canucks, they'll get bounced right quick if they don't play like the team that eliminated the defneding Stanley Cup champion St. Louis Blues.
Well, they ain't defending nothing now. They have their first Cup after losing three straight in 68-70. twice against the Canadiens and once against the Bruins.
So there's going to be anew Stnaley Cup Champion. Ideally a Canadian based team, even if it's the Canucks and not the Canadiens, or the Islanders.
Or if it has to be anyone else, I'll be okay with the Stars.
But no one else, especially the Bruins and the Flyers!
More the Flyers for their ousting the Habs and the Bruins because they're the Bruins but also because they won in 2011 and one team with an existing consecutive decade streak is enough since the Habs are no longer in that club.
Thank you for the pick me up Hockey, you at least helped me to a half field harvest and what's left to harvest today to make it to a full field is an easy enough harvest between what I'll write until I leave and the minimum of what I'll write tonight.
Wow, so much practice eh?
Where's the storying right?
I'd like to know myself.
The stories are not being the least bitco-operative with me.
Okay, I read this online and it's ridiculous, Bernie Sanders is not a Russian asset just because he had his honeymoon in Moscow.
Though I'll admit that's an odd place to have one.
But by that logic, the same thing could be said about anyone who visited Moscow or the then Soviet Union.
And certainly more credibly than Bernie Sanders.
D'oh. The woman from Star Trek was Diana Muldoor, who wctually in Trke twice as two different people, then as third character in The Next Generation.
I both recognized her and didn't recollect her properly.
Where was my mind at?
Yes, she played Dr. Pulaski in the second season because some producer had issues with Gates McFadden.
Fortunately that was taken care of and Gates came back.
I never warmed up to her.
I preferred her on Star Trek to anywhere else that I saw her.
Huzzah!
I'm closing in on that full field and still have the fullness of the 4th, minus the time that I am going to be using for other things, like groceries and the eating of Pizza, because I've decided that I'm going to have Pizza tonight, even though I don't deserve the eating of Pizza as I am currently two fields away from harvesting three fields which is too much to expect when I have no stories willing to co-operate with me.
Sigh.
So at this rate, it's going to take me 2000 months to make it to 10,000 subscribers.
That 's 167 years, rounded up.
I can't live that long.
And at this rate, it would take me 25 years to reach 1500 subscribers.
That's sad.
Am I that unworthy of being subscribed to?
Apparently.
And it's free too.
So the bottom line is I suck?
That's the seeming judgement since anyone who came by the site couldn't work up enough feeling to comment on my site that I suck.
So not only do I suck, but I suck boringly?
I'd call it a day if I hadn't paid for three years for the easy link.
And didn't believe in myself or what I'm doing.
I do.
And art is very subjective.
I will gain more subscribers. Just not 10,000.
Sigh.
But I'll hit double figures right? It's only a matter of time yes?
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Well, it turns out I was able to rebound and write hard so that I am likely to make this a better writing day then yesterday was.
This bodes well for tonight when I'll surely harvest another field.
Two though?
I ain't calling that.
But that'd be nice.
Yeah, I have to write 1842 words as of the last count though with each word that I write until the end of the quarter, it won't drop by much.
And I'm just not feeling the words that much.
Sigh.
Oh bother
Well, the Bruins and Lightning are playin at seven tonight, so I should maybe bring it to an end now.
Even though it's a game beteen two franchises I don't like at all.
And this has already been a goodly quarter.
Kuuanonnii.
Of all the times to have the fleeting though of wanting to get drunk because something happened in my stupid life that has me down in the mouth and for a moment, but only a moment and not even something I would have done if these were normal times, wanting a drunkening to forget the day.
Not that I would forget the day and at the cost of the words which is my greatest accomplishment which is meant to be the first of many, a 15 is the current want.
So yeah, getting drunk would do me no good as it would not only cost me the writing of tonight, if I had said eff it and made it it my intention to drunken myself after having the Pizza that I was coming home with, so that would mean nine at the latest to get drunk in the three hours that I would have. But it would also ripple through tomorrow as getting home drunk would mean I wouldn't be writing in the first, not that I've been doing that much of late. Still, it would cost me the first quarter and certainly have an effect on the second.
Perhaps to the point of not even writing in the first half at all, which is something I strive to do each day of each year.
I've failed in that effort of couurse, many times in fact, though it's been a minute as the kids say, or used to say.
I don't keep up with what the kids say.
Oh yeah, it would also cost me an arm and a leg when I don't have any to spare.
Then again, who does? Outside of the ways of wit and wordplay.
At the beginning of the 4th, I had to write 1787 words and believe you me, the way that I am feeling I am not only going to harvest that absurdly tall order the way I'm not writing any story writing, I'm going to harvest long past it.
I am going to harvest, dare I say it, two and a half fields of goodly crop.
Well, not the goodly crop of any stoy, but the goodly crop of words to be sure.
And as you know, if you've been for any length of time and understand the accepted weight of my mission to write a million words in a single year and in my case, as many as fifteen, words are the first thing that matter.
Ideally with more story that I have done since I set out on the pace that allowed me to millionize 2019, but as little story as I have made of late, I'm still giving value with the practice.
Right?
I am. I know this to be true.
So, it's 20:18 and I have 181 minutes to write 1500 words.
At least, which means that I have write 500 words an hour from then until the end of the day.
Can I do that?
Of course I can. It's not like I have anything else that I'lll be doing for the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, Game 2 of the series between the higher seeded Tampa Bay Lightning and the lower seeded Boston Bruins is tied at one.
Though it should be noted that, at the break, it was the Bruins who were the higher seeded team based on points but they didn't play well in top four seeding while the lesser seeds were playing against the even lesser seeds, like the Canadiens, Blackhawks and the rest who wouldn't have made the playoffs in a regular season.
But too bad, so sad Bruins, you didn't play well enough to be the top seed when it was there for the taking, even though you'd earned it but that was the decision that league came to.
Not that I've heard any scuttlebutt that the Bruins are complaining about this turn of events.
So that would be a message to their fans.
I won't be getting drunk, not that I've ever enjoyed that, but I will be having Pizza, which I've always enjoyed.
I even tasted the McDonalds Pizza and found it to my liking.
Though there's a memory of maybe a slice that I didn't like, but the pizza enjoyment stands at 99.99%.
As for drunking, or just drinking alcohol, I've never liked the taste of beer, though I've gotten drunk on it three of the four times that I got drunk on, which all came during rugby related events.
Yes, I briefly played rugby as though I'm small, I used to be thin and had some speed back in the day.
I couldn't tackle to save my life, which explains why my time of playing was brief.
As for the final time that I got that way, it was off of a mixed drink. A few Vodka Sevens, or Vodkka Sprite, I can't swear on anything of swearable worth that it was 7Up.
The point is, aside from that mix, or previously Southern Comfort as the alcohol and a couple of sweet shots, I don't have any liking of alcohol.
Beer? Screwdriver? Maybe a Jack and Coke(?) which I was a recipient of on my 18th birthday were not tastes I cared to have again.
Yes, outside of tasting a wine cooler at home years before I was of legal age, I waited until I was of legal age to drink.
904 words? It must be right because yeah, I write fast when I'm feeling the flow, especially when I'm just in the midst of practic, which I am because none of the sotries that I have started are answering the call to assemble.
And feeling dead inside I'm certainly not going to write any story tonight.
But at least I'm harvesting like the writer that has written as many words as I've written since May of last year.
Even this month is going to be better than any of the first four months of last year.
I think.
I could look, but it's not that important as this month should escape the title of worst month in 2020 and has an outside chance of reaching the top ten, which isn't saying much when the bottom is 69,690 words and the next worst is 74,107.
I know, it's not even harvest talk which is the good spin on how much writing I've done and how much writing I have to do.
The game was brieflky in favour of the Bruins, but the Lightning replied and iit will be 2-2 to start the 3rd.
Though Lightning fams, the players and the coach might be saying under their breath that they'd be ahead if that offside call had gone the right way.
But not being a fan of the Lightning, I say too bad, so sad, the call is the call and you gotta go out and get a righteous goal.
And the Habs needed more luck, couldn't score in back to back games and wouldn't have been in the playoffs in a normal season anyway.
The last part is certainly true. And we've freely admitted that because we understand hockey eh.
So what happened that's got me first down in the mouth and now dead inside?
I'm not going to go into details, siffice it to say, something happened that has me first down in the mouth and now dead inside.
Though it gives me cause to harvest more than I would have otherwise because upset doesn't stop me from writing hard. I can write hard with any emotion at the forefront, even the relative absence of any that I have now.
But I could surely switch back to happy if things changed back to what they were before.
Boom! 2506 words and counting. And it's just now past nine, though I've yet to have supper, which is Pizza which could take up the entirety of the nine o'clock hour.
Though that would leave me with the better part of two hours and I only need to write another 500 words as of the last count to be minimally word happy.
And now I go to have thye Pizza and time will pass and I'll not be getting at it until half past ten right?
Well, not quite.
It's almost half past nine and the pizza that I'm going to eat tonight has been eaten.
All that remains of supper is the eating of an apple and the finishing of the Coca-Cola.
And then I'll be back at the writing.
Though I can't be certain sure that I'll be writing as hard as I was before supper even though I liked the idea of aiming to write 4000 words today.
That was unlikely to happen though wasn't it? Especially with the feeling I'm feeling right now. Or its lack perhaps.
Then again, maybe I feel good as is and won't have that apple.
I am sated and I still have to finish the Coca-Cola. Though since they didn't even talk to me after I sent them a dm on twitter, I should just call it my preferred Soft Drink.
Of course, I have to eat the apples and sooner than later because apples need refrigertain and mine is....
Anyway, I think that I will have the first apple from this bag even though I'm not feeling the hunger for one.
I'm eating the apple now.
The apple is eaten and the Drank is drunk, though I am sober as a judge, which is an old expression you may not be familiar with.
And now, I am back to the writing, just not as hard as I was expecting that I would be writing at because the hard drive broke and all I got left is the regular drive.
But I have the better part of two hours to write and nothing but writing on my mind.
I just won't be writing hard so the likelihood of my writing 4000 words today is low.
Though even if I didn't write another word, I'd be satisified with this output because I reached the minimum harvest to millionize the year I just did this each day for the rest of the year which is certainly possible.
So this is icing on the cake.
And I could use dome cake with icing.
Sigh.
Yes, there's a story there but I'm not in a mood to share it.
Though I surely could because it's mine to share and this place is so quiet and samll that it might never get to even the size of my twitter following for the first ten years.
And yes, that is sad because my following for twn years couldn't get past fifty.
Ugh.
Hey, I am currently not wearing my cheater glasses, which is good, but the last time that I was, I was happier.
Crap.
A part of me wants to share this, but nah, not today.
And hopefully not for any time as this is a changeable thing.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
Oh bother.
Huzzah! I have harvested past three fields and don't need to harvest four, but I'll get closeish.
If I can write another 500 words.
And seeing as I have more than an hour to write, I can surely do that as I won't be going anywehre else to chat with someone or anything,
I've also proofed myself against travelling through time.
But sadly, this kind of shielding against being stolen through time is not strong and will surely break down before too long.
Probably tomorrow.
Wow, I wrote how much this quarter? Not quite 3000, but damn, this quarter has been better than a bunch of recent days, which just goes to show how little I've been writing of late.
Though this would be an exceptional quarter on any day.
So maybe I need more down in the mouth deadings if it's going to inspire this kind of work?
No, I can do this kind of work when I'm happy.
Of course, I wouldn't have written this story, ir part, because it's not yet finished without the down in the mouth deading.
And without it, I wouldn't have have harvested four full fields tonight with three harvested in a single quarter.
I can just harvest the difference between the last count and three fields for the 4th.
But even if I fail to do that, I've had a heck of a quarter because I not only wrote hard, I wrote good.
Too bad I didn't have more time because in another two minutes, I'd have the three field harvest that I was this close to.
Oh well.
This was a great quarter. The only shame of it is that it needed what inspired it.
Kuuanonni.