Spleck Creyonah #25



Good afternoon.

 I'm back home so the specials are done and I am going to run the older drawings out, ones that were drawn while I was out at one of the pubs that I frequent.

 I don't know what to say about this drawing.

 I like it, but I've drawn better specials haven't I?

 And those better drawings have inspired better blog posts.

 I was also able to post them quicker because what computer I was using wasn't as creaky as mine is behaving today.

 Ugh, I am so not feeling the flow right now. Maybe I should give it a rest and come back hard in the 4th because I am going to need to hit it hard if I want to pick up my 90th first good peak day of the year.

 And yes Virginia, I do.

 But if I write then as I'm writing now, I'll fall well short, not falling short will hurt the achievement of the Millioncy, but it will make tomorrow have to be better than the 3000 word day that I was hoping for.

 Oh well, I can still write my butt off and make it to 3000 words for the day with that good effort even though it seems like I won't.

 But I probably will as I only need to write 1677 words.

 Though right now, that feels like a lot.

 And I won't have a drawing to inspire me, though that's not a bad thing.

 What is bad is when I'm writing along and I come to a stop. The words of course have to be written, they can't be thought into the post.

 As for speech to text, that's not yet reliable enough to not piss you off if you use it when you need accuracy.

 I did start a story with it but I abandoned that story and now that device is no longer accessible.

 Oh well.

 I crashed.

 Ugh.

 What now?

 Now I bring this post to an end and regroup for the 4th quarter as this older drawing lacks the punch that the....recent ones do.

 Or is it just the paper?

 If anyone cares to weigh in, I am listening.

 And now I be
In the act of poetry
Striking hard
And writing fast
As I am past
The quarter third
And still need to be heard
As I meander slow
It's go man go

 Aye write man write
The words are in the fields
And more good yields
I must but have
To make the final days
As sweet as they can be

 And a yield but good
It's understood
Reaches the goodly peaks
Of three good thousand
Which needs I must but have today
Because it's as I wish it yes

 Though not no longer needed
As it was
For months on end
It's the goodly threes
That I've come to prize but most

 So it's three or bust
An essential must
That can still be mine
For I have the time
And the goodly will
To reach it still

 Yeah I'll be there
For this I dare
And dared well
So much so
That I dare to say
I'll hit the target eh
Before the final day 
For certain sure indeed

 I'll be going now, hoping that the next post is better.

 Be well.
Charles Petrie

Date
11-27-19

Time 
3rd And 4th

Word Count
539


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