Once again I've travelled through time and lost out on any chance at some good harvesting this morning because I passed on writing in the 1st.
But thanks to the hard writing of the first two days of the writing week, I need to harvest fewer than 22 rows a day on each of the next five days to harvest 30 this week.
And I'm going to harvest more than that, which is exactly what I need to because that kind of effort of the past two days isn't standard or I'd be a lot closer to my goal than I am.
“Yes Practice, we get it, you're amazing and every writer says swear, that's an incredible thing you're doing and you should be making bank off that. But you write too much about harvesting which is just about the count oof words. Give us the sex program story please.”
Wow, people asking for sex from me? That's not something I'm used to.
Yeah, I know what you want, I just wanted to make myself think about things I can't have because I'm an idjit.
That was a good hour.
I have to start the ball rolling, because I am Practice and this is my house, but Poetry is insisting that he has something to say and he's saying it with a certain forcefulness that I can't stand against.
So without further ado
Though happy to cheer you on
And wish you well
On your own good journey
Through life and living
Because even this light giving
Makes me happy yes
I must confess
A little back
Would make me happy too
So you know just what to do
Wait? That's what that was for? An ad for here? Well, swear you Poet.
I detest such advertising.
I was wrong, apparently Poetry is not yet done.
He has something better for you.
Well, shut my mouth. That was good. But I want more and I think the ladies do too.
In theory, since you are very quiet. Too quiet to even be here? Sorry ladies, not to call you out because as you know, I am very grateful that you subscribed to me as powerfully as you did.
Powerfully subscribed? Where the swear did that come from?
What kind of swear would use powerfully that way?
Boldly is how I refer to your subscribing.
If only your boldness was shared by others.
Like 9995 others.
Heck, a tenth of that would be pretty good too.
Oh my god!
I have my sixth subscriber!
Welcome to the Lake ASHnovelist, from twitter! My third from Twitter if my memory serves.
Thanks for being the first subscriber of September.
Can I get four more this month to at least maintain my sad average?
Sigh.
Now, you can just eat the food, swim in the lake, enjoy the free bar, but don't feel shy to comment on the writing or drawings.
All I ask is you be constructive. Tell me why you think it's awesome.
Or not so awesome.
Now Story is here to pick up the on what Poetry did.
Yes, this is the decision t that I am, sticking with, no details about what little ghost and ghosting with they have been able to do.
I'm Story, not sexy Story, but if I can muster up the nerve, I will give more intimate details of their times together.
Well, thanks Story, you and Poetry did good and I could just sit right back and let you both have at it as we made this qyuarter better than the second and give us all thoughts of striking out for the third straight day of harvesting four fields.
Which as of the latest count, requires more than a full field's worth which is of course, asking for a lot as I ask most of the 4th.
But that's certainly doable, even with the looming trip to the grocery story to buy Pizza and cookies and the good drink upon my return.
I can harvest two full fields tonight even if I didn't start until nine, though I'll start before then,
And should I fail to, I am going to harvest at least three of them.
So I'll be bringing this quarter to an end and soon.
And thanks to the good work of Poetry and Story, this was one of ourt best quarters.
It had the perfect amount of all of us.
Naathrakodith.
I'm in a mood to write 1913 words which is what I need to harvest 4 fields for the third time this week and month, which is a great weay to start both.
And incidentally, it's the time at which I started writing in the 4th so I very much like my chances at that kind of harvest, if not better because I both Poetry and Story are clamouring to get to the writing.
So I'll let them have at it as there is no score in Game 6 between the Islanders and Flyers.
End the series tonight Islanders.
What would you have me say
I miss her yes
And I confess
It will be this way
For days or more to come
Lest I meet the one
To make the misery fade
Until it's all yes gone
And I greet the dawn
Thinking not of her
But of her my sweet
Who'll help complete
My little life
And make it big indeed
Though I admit
That's not in the offing
As this good city
Where there's much that's pretty
Hasn't wanted me
Like if you live here
It's almost certain
That you have no want
For me myself and I
Oh there's been exceptions
But none of them lasted
For any length
With various reasons
For such a non-happening
But they just proved the rule
I don't have Montreal cool
And sadly go dateless
Yeah what but else
Would you have me say
When I'm down in the mouth
Not like a week ago
Where it's woe on woe
But I'd be up I would
If a little good
Would fall my way
Yeah Poetry's easily down in the mouth, but what else can you expect, he's a Poet.
Huh.
Apparently I'm not entitled anymore?
Hey, I can move past doorknobbing.
So the Islanders are down 2-1 as they enter the 2nd. GO Islanders go.
As for anyone who thinks it's wrong to root against a team> I'll be kind and just shrug.
He's challenging the goal?
For Interference?
Alain what the?
Ha ha ha
And now it's an Islanders' power play.
Go Islanders go!
They scored, but they're only ahead by one and the Flyers have gotten pesky.
So it ain't over by a long shot.
Not without another two.
That lead didn't last nearly long enough as it's 3-3 now.
Ugh.
But they scored before the end of the period and won the second after losing the first.
So will it be first to five?
Meanwhile, I'm not writing hard enough to be pleased with how much I still have left to do to reach 1913 for the quarter.
Yikes. I have almost 15 rows to harvest in less than 3 hours.
I can do it, but will I?
And will the Islanders win tonight because that one goal lead is not the least bit secure.
Also, I have to harvest three half fields in each of the last three hours when I've lost the drive to what I'd set out to do because I dropped into the place of chatting which helps slow the writing.
Oh bother.
Are you coming Story? Or do I have to carry the rest of the quarter since Poetry is in the foetal position in his bed, crying about missing out non making love to the sexiest woman who ever had an interest in him.
I'll grant you it sucks, but he needs to slap himself in the face and get back to the chase of the next woman who will only want him for too short a time.
It's a thing with him.
You coming or what Story?
Story delivered! Though his friends who write the real thing, where the language is more frank and stimulating might say what is this, it feels right.
Now can he finish it though?
And can I take us the rest of the way to the desired 1913 words which as of the last count was 444 more words.
Also, can the Islanders win another playoff game?
They were up three games to one and now they're down at three apiece, which is my way of saying it's the Flyers' game to lose on Saturday.
Swear.
You swearing Islanders.
I wanted you to get to the Finals and lose to the Canucks.
They might actually get further than you.
Sigh.
I do not want the Flyers to get anywhere near the dang Cup!
And if they win this series, they'll be too near it for my liking!
Yes, I'm tired of teams beating the Canadiens on the way to winning a Stanley Cup! Though it hasn't happened since 2011.
2-0 Canucks! At the beginning of the 3rd! Will one more goal be enough to guarantee a game 7?
2-0 certainly isn't going to be enough.
Though I wish that it was.
Go Canucks go!
Also, I should be writing as time is passing and I have it within me to harvest the remainder of the fourth field to completion if I do not pause as there is only eleven minutes left and I would be so disappointed if I let my brothers down.
And they'd be well within their rights to be cross with me.
Poet wouldn't do anything but lament what could have been while Story would threaten to thrash me.
He wouldn't finish the job, but he'd get a shot or two in.
So pardon me twitter, but I have some writing to do.
Fine, I answered the call to twitter.
But I'm back and I feel ready to take us across the finish line.
You may feel ready
To be rock hard steady
But I am here
To take us there
Instead of you
Because sad though I be
I am poetry
And sadness indeed
Fuels the need
To express myself
So get thee out
Of mine own way
Or I'll push through
Because I'm in a mood to do
My good thing
If Only I could sing
I might get laid
Like a man of music
And no it's not too crass
To rhyme like this
When the language flows
Like the river does
Yeah ask me if I care
As you protest
Because I came to wrest
The keys from you
As you thought
That you would drive us yes
The rest of the way
Well not today
Because I am here
And I have no fear
To take us there
Sorry Poetry, but I'm wresting it back because there was too much writing for you to take us there and you might well have doomed us with your striving for glory that wasn't yours to deliver.
It's me and Story that have the right to take us there Poetry, not you. Never you! Do you understand?
Besides, the Canucks are up 3-0 with something like 10 minutes left to play.
That's better news than you trying to be the star, which you can never be. Not when your harvest too slowly.
It will always be me who harvests most. Just watch me next year okay?
And now because of you, we're going to come up short by 57 words or something.
Swears at Poetry.