Writing start: 7:43 A.M.
Finish: 2:03 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1300
Edited (est.): 4500
Tasks
1. Failure: Off till 8/5
2. Book Three Melody: 800 new words
Notes: The chapter is completed! I'll start the primaries tomorrow!
3. Angel: Book Three: 200 new words
Notes: A important passage. Slow and easy.
4. Random Chance Book Two: Read-through of chapter three
5. Port Story: 300 new words
Notes: Getting an idea where this chapter wants to end.
6. Hidden Bookmarks: Read-through of chapter two
7. LOTR: Off
8. T-Bag: Off
Special Projects: None today
Extra notes: I am no longer following this blog's stat tracker. At all.
I'm done with it.
If the Internet ever becomes real again--when bots no longer rule the roost, so to speak--and when Google and other giant search corporations are brought to heel, and when they start producing stat-tracking software that's accurate and is meant to give lively, relevant, valid, and helpful data, I'll consider checking my stats again.
In other words--I'm never going to check my stat tracker again.
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As I said in my last log, this culture is insane.
May this blog be a welcome haven of sanity for those who know what sane looks like (not too goddamned many of you) and who can appreciate and learn from it.
If you're a constant lurker but non-contributor here, you aren't one of those. And I'd rather be ignorant of your presence than know of it. Last week was the final straw as far as that goes.
I'm supposed to appreciate you. I don't.
I'm supposed to want more of you. Truckloads more. I don't.
I'm supposed to kiss your ass and make this blog into something that
you want. I won't.
I'm looking for appreciators, contributors, and friends. Lurkers, by dint of action, can only be two of those things; and as for appreciation, it seems highly unlikely, though, I must admit, possible.
This is my blog, one I'm very proud of. It's the best author blog on the Internet.
Deal with it.
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