Spleck: Creyonah #43

Hello from somewhere in the same timezone as I have always reported from.

It is Day 4 of The 12 Days of Christmas and I have arrived at the destination where I will be for the fullness of a week.

But there is wifi so I will be able to continue posting both drawings and writing to go along with said drawings so that the whole of the 6 months will pass with an entry for each day.

Not that it matters on a practical level, as in, getting paid for nothing is what I am doing this.

And two readers for the many is ho hum,

It was however a small part of the first Millioncy so it will always matter on that front.

No, not to anyone reading this I reckon, but to me, yes.

Owing to the day's best of 519 words in the 2nd quarter and the day's least of 315 words, I am left with the need for 416 words to satisfy the want of 1250 words.

So that's a done deal, as I am well on my way to that goodly goal of words.

And I dare say that I will do this goodly thing here, in the friendly confines of my blog.

Interestingly enough, I will be going to bed at a similar time tomorrow as I did this morning, which is to say to no later than 01:00, but earlier than that, even if I do more as I have other drawing to do than the drawing for this here blog.

And other writing of course, namely the Fishing that is the bulk of what has propelled me to the achievement of the Millioncy.

Which is a cooler way of saying I wrote a million words this year.

Millioncy seems more fancy schmancy and there ain't nothing wrong with that.

Am I really not going to write 10,000 words in a weeks for the first time since the first week of this third accounting of my words which happened all the way back in the first week of April, 1st to 7th? 

A period from before I had any shot at achieving the Millioncy this year?

I can't have that can I?

And all I need to do to make this not happen is for this one to be 1350 words long and  one of the next two days reach 1800 words.

That's easy as that's just 600 words in each of the three quarters that I am sure to write in.

10,000 words is the least of what I should write when I have time enough for even one good quarter, which is 600 words during the 12 Days of Christmas.

And there I almost be
With a little more writ
Than I asked myself to write
Not so late at night
On the 4th good day
Of this good season eh
As I worked but hard enough
That it have to be tough
To be happy yes
With a goodly week
Of ten good thousand words
That would have struck me low
A month ago

But having achieved
My first Millioncy
All I need to do
Is take it easy
And write a ho hum yawn
Of 1300 
Yes give or take

Though tonight it's more not less
Which I confess
I'm happy to do
As it's far too easy
To not even make it no
To the camp
At the mountain's base

See I settled on the idea
Of this but being 
A daily climb
With a camp of two goo thousand
And goodly peaks
At 3 4 and 6
Which I reached
But often enough
That I did but what I did

Oh yeah. 

All I had to do was write 1350 words and I  sailed past that level thanks to the bit of verse that I did.

And now a thought I have
To be but bold
And strike but hard
As I slip on past
My own good camp
And hit the the speak
Of which I love to speak
That of three good thousand words

Hey, it's the 12 Days Of Christmas and all I am requiring of myself is 1250 words, on average, so that I reach 15000 words over the course of this period.

I haven't ruled out a first good peaking during this time.

It just won't br tonight because tomorrow is one of those days where less writing is going to be the order of the day.

Like today.

Well, today was just one of those days with an early start. I actually had more than enough time and fishing to do to make today the kind of that it has been.

It's decision time. If I write much longer, I'll be at the point where there's no turning back and I'll have to strike out for 3000 words.

And it's not yet 22:30 and I only have to write 1385 words before the day's end, as of the last count.

Needless to say, I'm a bunch of words beyond that and with each word that I write, I have fewer words to write.

So I'd be some kind of jerk, wouldn't I, to leave you not knowing if I stopped writing at fewer than 1800 words and took it easy for the rest of the night, or gestured at the wall that I only see over the course of a few days at one point during any year?

Not that you're going to complain, or cheer me on either way.

So I am free to be that jerk today.

Be well eh, even if that well is being a jerk to the two people who click on my postings enough to have "read" them.

Le Sigh.

Charles Petrie

Date
12-19-19

Time
21:27-22:29=62 Minutes

Word Count

956