While it's true that I should have already been writing, i harvested four field yesterday without writing in the 1st.
And that was with Pizza.
Of course, that accomplishment came about because I wrote. I'm not exactly writing now am I?
Not at the pace that I could be.
And now I want to lie down, without having harvexted even a page of rows, which isn't two rows.
Ugh.
Really? All I could write in the 1st Quarter was 72 words?
Wow, that's really sad.
For me at least since I am on the quest to write a million words and need coming into today, If I write the same number of words a day to reach the 1,002,020 words, need to write 2720 words.
And the easiest way of doing that is to write 680 words a quarter.
That puts me behind.
So I, your goodly Practice failed in the first as Story and Poetry, who showed the heck up, were taking a well deserved break.
I'm sorry that I let you down
Practice oh Practice
I wake to this
The sad reality
Of your weak apology
For being weak
When the truth it is
You're pretty strong
Though you're not wrong
At being disappointed
In yourself
Know that I am coming
To slap you in the face
You're no disgrace
Aye it's ugly
The lowly 72
But stupid you
That's hardly the end
To our goodly strivings
Besides of that
We are here
Both Story and me
We got your back
As you've had ours
All this time
So let this rhyme
Restore your hope
As we reach the heights
We need to reach
Practice oh Practice
I wake to this
And it irks me so
Because you know it's not the truth
It was bad indeed
But we're still good
So let us lift you up
Well shut my mouth Poetry! You told me and you're so right. I don't know why I was thinking what I was because look at what we did yesterday?
And what we've done the first three days of the week.
Hey Story. You're ready to go too?
Well, without further ado...
Only I got a feels bomb from the recent pathos and I need a moment.
Yes, I could well hit the button that says to unfollow, but I'm not ready for that as it feels like cxlosing a door that I don;t want to close just yet.
Of course the door has been closed on me and as I look to the sky, metaphorically, it's dark adn there's no light of chance that it will open again from the other side as pride over misunderstanding what was said has taken hold, my thought, so that ship has sailed.
And no, I don't care about the mix of metaphors because they are approriate for the mix of feelings.
Sigh.
Also, I swore as I saw the name that was lit up by her activity on one onf the sites where we both go.
Swear.
We travelled through time again, Poetry, Story and myself that is.
And because of that travel, we never got back to me, so that I could close out the last quartyer ptroperly, which should be making me upset, but feeling as I feel, I'm okay with it.
Just as I'm feeling about how the first half of the day unfolded where we couldn't harvest enough words to even make it to the minimum harvest of a full field, so I'm going to say forget about the thought of a fourth straight four field harvest.
That is off the table and only the greatest of fools would dare to suggest otherwise.
Besides, that's another 32 rows on Friday when we're going back to the Grocery store fo Pizza and Drink on the way back.
We ain't going to even try and I don't know why I've even kept it in my thoughts for as long as I have.
Because the challenge calls to you
It's what you want to do
Deep and down inside
That writer's pride
That made the want
To strike but boldly out
And write a million words
In a single year
Not just once
Or even twice
But fifteen if
We can be so strong
For oh so long
Which sounds impossible
Especially to the doubters
Who scoff at your dream
And even think it weak
When it is anything but
Since the math's insane
And anyone far less bold'
Would throw up their hands and say
That's too hard for me
Let him be the one
To do waht can't be done
So don't say quit
Because that is shit
We're going to do it today
Just you wait and see
As Story and me
We're ready to write
We're ready to write but hard enough
Really Poetry?
You think we can write 3109 words in just two quarters? With you still in the feels of the recent pathos between you and her, or with her, because it was droppped on our heads without no warning because of a simple misunderstanding that morphed into a poison between us whose only antidote is time and a want to tell pride to stow it.
No Practice, I'm not over that and neither are you, or have you forgotten this morning when the mere sight of the lit button at Instagram, which showed her being active was enough to leave you back in the feels like it just happened. So don;t be throwing that in my face because it works on you too.
It wasn't like it had just happened Poetry, because I didn't feel that bad, just bad enough to feel some feelings for a few minutes. Last week we were all feeling worse.
But I suppose you're right, I can't rag on you when it gets to me too.
Still, you're out of your mind to think we can write 78 of the days words in half the day.
Not even if you and Story were in the midst of the full feelings could we write that many words in half the day.
How soon you forget Practice. We have the time and we have the will so stop we can't and let's focus on just doing it.
Good job Story, we're closing in on what we needed to write this quarter so the next one isn't stupidly hard, not that the approximate count of 1859 isn't impossible, it would just be 500 words easier if I had written hard in the first instead.
Must I remind you
Brother Practice
That we went over this
And we're doing fine
So forget the whine
And just write
We've time enough tonight
To harvest a fourth
Though even three is great
So don't be worried
We're good but either way
Apparently you need to remind me Poetry. Thank you for that. You're right. We're doing well and we're going to write our way past the harvest of three fields at least.
What? The Stars and Avs are playing now?
Well, it makes sense as there's another Game 7 in Edmonton between the Canucks and Knights.
Ugh, the Avs have taken a lead, though it's still just the 1st, but the Stars have dimmed and the Avs look ready to bury them.
Bleargh.
Can I just stop writing for the rest of the day brothers?
I'm not feeling it anymore and I want a quarter off.
Are you cool with that?
You're the same as us
You get down
And don't wanna get up
But we're sure you will
So we say no
You can take time to go
But we'll see you later
Of that we're certain sure
I'm glad you are because I'm not. And I don't think my share of the Pizza and drink is going to bring me back like you both think that it will.
Naathrakodith.
I'm still feeling the feels and have to admit that Poetry is right. I feel the same as them and can't pretend to be above the fray of rough emotions of longing and loss.
The Dallas Star are off to the Western Conference Finals after defeating the Colorado Avalanche in overtimf of Game 7!
And they were down 3-2 at the beginning of the period! Then traded goals with the Avs that ended in their favour because they won the period
Yes!
Good-bye Avs.
Hopefully the Canucks can bounce the Knights too, just without overtime.
Please.
I'm at the bottom of the first page and it's after nine.
It's not looking like I'm going to harvest the 4th field for the fourth straight day, not when I have to harvest 16 rows and won't even harvest that many bercause I just realized that I have the 2nd BOJ drawing to do.
D'oh!
I forget that there was a livestream that I wanted to watch earlier in the week.
Okay, that was two that I missed.
Bad form Charles
So you're thinking of someone new
And just between me and you
It's quite alright
Because why should you fight
The natural reaction
To a goodly face
And lovely form
It's quite the norm
It's even okay
To think of more than one
It's even fun
But there comes a time
If you are blessed
Where you come to choose
And while you could lose
You could also win
Sadly for us
The brothers three
In service to the man
that hasn't gone according to plan
Not that we've planned it
But we have imagined
A better path
Than has usually been
And what we sadly fear
Is painfully clear
To being so
We're going to need
Some kind of miracle
Or goodly blessing
For us to be kissing
Any lovely lovely face
We'd even want to kiss
But it is what it is
And to the good
It's understood
That pathos is
Rather good for writing
So it's a gift
Let's make the best of it
And write write write
Then write some more
So maybe the day will come
When we have a good of our own
To share with someone right
Poetry, why are you so dang positive in spite of the overwhelming history that should have left you bitter beyond all hope of it being anything but?
It's okay Poetry, you don't have to answer as we've been called away unfortunately.
We're back, but I can see we're not going to be seeing any writing from Story tonight.
Pity.
Besides, Story hasn't shown up for the 3rd yet.
Naathrakodith.