[SCENE: Monocrome Monogatari's room, uncleaned and unkempt, the toll of an excess of work and an absence of energy. Papers related to several projects and assignments are strewn across the desk. Despite this, Monocrome himself stares at the screen, not working, unmoving. He has not budged for two hours.]

[Kraft Punk materializes into the room.]

Kraft: Hey, What's Up. It's Me, Kraft Punk.

Mono: Hi Kraft Punk.

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In lieu of updates, heres a shitpost

I'm not sure, out of the 15 users currently tracking the story, how many will actually see this, but...

First thing's first: a new Wonderful Mechanical chapter will be up by Sunday at the latest.

I don't have a plan to get it up by that point, but I plan to get it up by that point.

By making a promise like this, I either get moving, or I make a liar out of myself. Or at least, more so than I already am.

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Once again I shout into the void.

In my last blog post, I wrote about my frustrations with my mental stamina and how it tied to guilt about writing and my pace. Uni started soon after that, not helping at all.

Still, I seem to have found a solution to the problem. Or rather, I found a way to sidestep the problem entirely.

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I thought that posting something in a public place would motivate me to write more.It has, but there has been an unintentional inverse effect.

It's heightened a sense of guilt for not writing.

Normally these two forces would work in tandem to get me more productive, a built-in carrot and stick for my work process, the building blocks for perpetual productive motion.

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