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Saturday, July 7, 2018

Pierwalker Log: July 7, 2018

Writing start: 10:07 A.M.
Finish: 2:58 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 1200
Edited (est.): 3400


1. Failure: Off till July 16

2. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: I'm enjoying the writing of this chapter a great deal.

3. Watson: Read-through

4. Love Story: 400 new words
Notes: This story is all about "getting a feel." None of it is particularly overwhelming. Lots of subtlety and meaning behind and beneath the words. In other words, nothing the typical Smashwords reader would get into.

5. Ant story: Off

6. Fractalverse: Off

7. Firefly: 400 new words
Notes: After a year and a half, a new chapter is born! I've decided that this one will be from River's perspective. I think I could convey much more that way.

8. Gilligan: Read-through

Special. Montaigne Transcribe: Off

Extra notes: A good week, all told. Very productive.

This blog averaged over a hundred pageviews a day this week. I have no idea why. I'm not going to condemn it, certainly; still, it's a total mystery as to why it happened. I don't have any particular goals for pageviews; there is nothing I can do to garner them anyway. It's pointless concerning myself with what's entirely, or almost entirely, out of my control.

Self-promotion as an author is a fool's game. I've learned that much over fifteen years of doing this. It's almost entirely a monumental waste of time. Note the almost in there. Sometimes--like this week, for example--the stars align and past efforts or even a singular past effort results in a temporary spike in readers. It's like being blindfolded in total dark and given a shotgun out in the middle of endless sprawling plains. You pull the trigger and the damn thing discharges, and maybe you hear the echo of it, and ... nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

This week I got something in return. I'll let you imagine what that might sound like. It really isn't important. I'm still blindfolded, and it's still totally dark. Nothing has changed. The numbers will fall again, and life will return to "normal."

It wasn't supposed to be like this, you know. There is nothing about this that is fair or "normal" or "just the way things work." No. It's like this because we live in a short-sighted, greedy, trend-addicted consumerist dystopia, and people refuse to look past the ends of their noses, and so are pathetically easy marks for the rich and powerful while people like me labor in obscurity forever.

Still, I press on. Monday I'll wake up, sit down, and flip off the world. It has tried for years now to kill me, and it will continue to fail. You will fail if you are part of that darkness and unconsciousness, and so are part of that consumerist dystopia. You will fail.

This blog therefore will serve as well as my continuing fuck you and as my victory log.