Writing start: 10:27 A.M.
Finish: 3:01 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 900
Edited (est.): 9000
1. Failure: Align edit chapter sixteen
2. Book Three Melody: Off till October 4
3. Love Story: 500 new words
Notes: I'm thinking this will probably be a 7K-word-long chapter. Somewhere in there.
4. Ant story: Read-through
5. Fractalverse: Off
6. Firefly: 400 new words
Notes: Closing in on the end of the chapter. I'm very pleased with it so far.
7. Gilligan: Read-through
8. The Cheapery St. Heroes: Book Two: Off till Monday
Extra notes: Hillary Clinton, the true president of this country, wrote a wonderful essay which was published at The Atlantic. I think every American should read it. Pop by TLCAC to take a look.
(And no, I'm not going to link it. You can take the five extra seconds to find it yourself.)
We had a good day yesterday. Beautiful drive. And I've got a new belt! Yay!
I'm pretty close to completing a new chapter in my Firefly fan-fic. It has been almost two years since I added to the story. Crazy. Gilligan is close to getting a new chapter as well.
Some blog stats for you, since the season officially changed yesterday.
Total number of pageviews: 23,834
Average per day (since March 8, 2017): 42
My thanks to all who have visited this blog; but in particular I'd like to thank those who regularly visit it. I very much value your time and attention.
This blog is still in the process of finding itself. More and more is it focused on my original stories, poems, and fan fiction, and less and less on ... well, everything else. This is the Gilded Age of Celebrity, Blockbusterism, and Herdism. Small fries like me stand no chance to get the attention of masses of people, and so I've stopped trying. The masses believe: If it ain't big, it ain't worth shit. The masses believe: If my "tribe" (read: herd) doesn't like it, then I won't either. The masses make reading a New Year's resolution. That's how much they hate it. The masses are far more concerned about giving their existences away to digital soul suckers like Facebook and Twitter than they are in reclaiming their own imaginations vis-a-vis books and quiet and meditation. The bottom line: I've got less and less in common with them as time passes. They aren't going to give my blog--or my work--any kind of respect or attention, so fuck it. And them. I'm no longer interested in trying to get either from them.
I value you, regular visitor, because there must be something about you that separates you from the herd as well. I suppose I have to account for the possibility that you're just a dickhead who obsessively hates me and is stalking me; and those do exist, to no one's surprise. I'm not talking about those folks. I'm talking about, and to, those of you who like popping by because you like my work. Once again, you mean more to me than words can say. At least, however, let me say, in all sincerity,--