Dear reader, I need to take a break from this blog. I simply must! I realize no one's stopping me, no one's barricading the door, so there's no need for me to make such a fuss.
The fuss is for my sake. The fuss is to make it clear in my mind that a break will indeed be taken, not just announced and then, in a fit of personal reverse psychology, not taken.
I often wonder about the simplicity of a brain which can work reverse psychology upon itself.
At any rate, it's about my story...I have been writing lately, but it's in such interrupted stops and starts...so I came up with what may be one of my worst ideas yet in terms of motivation and here it is:
Crassly, I will inform you my word count at this moment in time is 37,619.
That is very crass, isn't it? Like, a real artist would be out there flitting from moonbeam to moonbeam, stringing words like crystals, wrapped in a gossamer shawl of inspiration which turns to wings whenever she spreads her arms to fly.
Not slogging away in the trenches keeping track of a word count, for crying out loud.
It's not like I can escape it anyway, dear reader: the writing program I use makes a point of blaring the tally at the bottom of every page.
Moving on...did you ever guess the number of jelly beans in a jar when you were a child? That was a favorite game of mine, so captivating! So thrilling!
Let's play something along those lines, only nowhere near as good as winning a jar of jelly beans. Let's say I will take a break from Tollipop until next Friday, ostensibly to spend more time writing my story, and the person who guesses most accurately the resulting word count which I will have achieved by that time wins...a pile of bookmarks, as pictured above (only better, because Sophie agreed to contribute something, as well).
Okay, I already hear your shoulders slump. I know. It's not candy. And bookmarks are so last century.
But all you have to do is guess a number, hopefully greater than 37,619 (but not too much greater!). And all I have to do is focus on the story more so than usual this week, because I have a very real need to write and if this blog is taken off the table, it narrows down my options considerably.
Let me make one small disclaimer: if, for whatever reason, I return to say hello in the interim, that doesn't take away from the contest.
It is on for next Friday.
Let's see how we all do.
p.s. I decided to make this a separate post for clarity's sake, dear reader...also to admonish you that many of your estimates express faith beyond my ability to conceive! This week is a busy one, so while I do feel inspired by your incredible votes of confidence, I'm also feeling like the miller's daughter looking at mountains of straw waiting to be spun into gold.
You're welcome to revise your prediction if you'd like, let's just say you have to go with your final guess...