Das Hier#25

I think that I'm going to try and write vehrsah again, or poetry, which is something that I haven't tried to write since I was a youngling on the homeworld and my younglings were so cruel to me that they laughed until they were suspended for laughing at how bad I was at writing it.

Yes, all of them, even the nice ones.

I know that I swore then to never try and write vehrsah again, but I was young then and surely you humans won't be nearly as cruel as those younglings were.

And just yesterday, I even had a few lines of poetry come to mind but resisted the call because I had not yet decided that I would.

I still haven't of course, but, I want to. Or at least some part of me wants to.

What say you human of the internet? Should I turn to versah or poetry, as you humans call it?

If you say yes, I will.

If you say no, I think that I'll still do it, I just wouldn't do it with the same abandon that I write here.

So be kind and tell me that you're curious to see what an alien writing poetry will read like because I can only resist this idea for so long.

In the meantime, I'm going to continue with my patented mix of story and not story.

No, it's not patented, because that would involve lawyers  and I can't afford them.

I...

My head is aching now and I don't know why. And that's a bad sign because none of the others have checked in today and I am behind the pace that I was at yesterday, which was only acceptable at the end of the day because I owned the 4th and wrote until my fingers bled.

Not literally mind you, just spiritually.

So this is something I can ill-afford.

But it is what it is and the best way to deal with this aching is to rest and hope that I will feel better after I sleep.

Ah ha! It turns out that even though I feel like some kind of awful I actually have written us past where we were at yesterday so I have a chance of bettering what we did if I can feel good after my rest and write as I wrote yesterday, though I might have to settle for our reaching the camp at the base of the mountain because how many straight days can we first good peak it? 

Four is already pretty impressive don't you think?

You don't?

You think I shouldn't say anything before I hit ten?

Well, then I have nothing more to say because I won't be hitting ten anytime.

We won't. It's not just me, even if I am shouldering the greatest share of the load, this first month of the decayear wouldn't be off to the good start that it is without them.

So if any of you want to surprise me and write even a couple hundred words, that would be much appreciated.

Either way, I still like you humans a lot.

This has been an awful day for us and our quest to collectively write a 1,032,020 words this year because I couldn't bring anything more than what I've brought here.

None of the others have given any time to the words, but you count, how much time have I given today?

Or, more importantly, how many words have I committed here?

Not even enough get us even halfway to the camp at the base of the mountain for the first time this decayear, which is going to stick with us for the rest of it.

And it would be on me, because I am the lead writer, by dint of writing the most words and being thousands of words ahead of Franklin's pace.

Though yes, I wouldn't be ahead of him if I hadn't asked him to not write for the rest of the month.

But I rightly did and until today, I haven't had the feeling that I had failed us.

And I have.

So though I won the day, yay Sutheran! We lost. And though there's time left for me to keep on keeping on, I'm going to stop now and hope that I can regroup for tomorrow.

Charles Petrie

Date
01-29-20

Time

09:21-10:22=61 And 23:29-23:54=25
86 Minutes

Word Count
523+200=723