Das Hier #13
I popped my head out of the water, which was never anything that I thought I would do until I saw the lights and started to change and took a breath of cool crisp air.
And shivered as I saw my breath for the first time.
It was cold.
I had never been cold before.
Needless to say, I didn't like being cold.
But there was no going back, I could no longer live in the water. It was the surface world for me.
So I swam towards the shore, wondering how I was going to stop being cold, because I was already regretting the absolute need to leave the water behind because of this new thing called cold air.
I haven't done better today than I did yesterday, as I was here then, not only earlier, but twice.
But it's a new week, as I keep my records based on the seven day cycle through the first four weeks and call the last days of a month a week because it's tidier.
At least that's how I do it. You're free to do it in a more typical manner, but I don't, which is why this is a new week, even though it's Wednesday.
I did my part in making yesterday the day that got us back on track for the millionized year, which is good and all credit to me for doing my part, but if I'm getting the credit for the good, I have to accept the blamer for the bad.
Many people don't. They only take the credit for the good and are nowhere to be found when there's blame to be doled out. I can think of one in particular but I don't want to get overly political here.
I hope my fellow members of the Millionizers won''t be too upset with me for today's failure to much write, but if they don't because I let them down, I'll just have to take my licking and resolve to do better again tomorrow.
And if it doesn't happen tomorrow, having written hard once, I know what it takes to write hard again, so I am sure to do it again.
They don't have to believe me, but it's the truth nonetheless.
Failure to much write aside, I did continue the nice little story about Fodi's evolution in a yet titled tale.
Though I do know that this story is not set on Earth. I decided that today.
And I might just have a name for what his people will eventually be called. And how there will be any number of people rising up from one to many.
So while there's no doubt that I didn't live up to my responsibilities as part of the writer's club that is going to try and replicate the greatness of the Peach, I continued the unfolding of a story and picked up two good ideas as I did so.
And if I can do that, I can do the other things too. Because I have. My fellow members could learn from me.
Apparently there was a discussion about my lack of writing this morning because when I came back to my computer after I showered so that I could be ready for the day, there was an e-mail waiting for me telling me to get back to the writing because they were not going to accept my one writing since it was as little as it was.
It was a unanimous vote as well.
So I have no choice but to return and write more.
At least they didn't demand that I write more of Fodi's story.
I reached the edge of the water and gulped hard as I came to the end of all I had known before, as the water was about to give way to the ground.
And it was then that I realized I had no idea how was I going to make the leap from the water to the soil.
Suddenly, I felt very foolish as the drive to come to the surface seemed like an idea that was even mine.
That made no sense of course, because whos thought would it be but mine? I chuckled and closed my eyes to head off the rush of tears that I felt welling up inside of me.
And not without a little pain.
Or a lot.
Soon, I was screaming because of this pain and very much hating that I had seen the lights that early morning because I knew that to leave the water was a mistake.
I wanted to go back to the water, but I couldn't could I? I'd left that life behind me and for some things, there's no going back once you've passed a certain point. And that was the point that I had passed when I struck Spevv. he was bad enough before, I couldn't imagine how bad he'd be now with his already crazy want to lord it over me.
How could I let this happen?
Not that returning to that story has been a problem for me so far, though I think that I'm spent on the story for today, no matter what further demands they make on me.
But seeing as what I did yesterday was only 27% of the day and they didn't say boo about that, then I have a good idea of how many words I need to write.
And that is where I am right now. depending on what any of the other writers do in what's left of the day.
Though I think I'll keep at it for a little longer so that I don't fall below what's apparently the new threshold of 27% if one or two of the other writers should come up with a good writing that drops me down a peg or two.
If only I could return to Fodi's story again, because I know what the very next part is, but I', afraid that it won't fit well with what I've written so far, even though I think it works in the story overall.
That's my story and I'm sticking with it.
There's no other reason for me to not return to it now like I have somewhere else to be soon and I don';t want to hit on a good thread and be forced to stop so that I can go that thing.
Well, those things if I'm being honest.
Speaking of those things, this is a good time for me to stop.
Be well won't you?
Charles Petrie
Date
01-15-20
Time
11:16-11:59=43 And 12:36-13:25=49
92 Minutes
And shivered as I saw my breath for the first time.
It was cold.
I had never been cold before.
Needless to say, I didn't like being cold.
But there was no going back, I could no longer live in the water. It was the surface world for me.
So I swam towards the shore, wondering how I was going to stop being cold, because I was already regretting the absolute need to leave the water behind because of this new thing called cold air.
I haven't done better today than I did yesterday, as I was here then, not only earlier, but twice.
But it's a new week, as I keep my records based on the seven day cycle through the first four weeks and call the last days of a month a week because it's tidier.
At least that's how I do it. You're free to do it in a more typical manner, but I don't, which is why this is a new week, even though it's Wednesday.
I did my part in making yesterday the day that got us back on track for the millionized year, which is good and all credit to me for doing my part, but if I'm getting the credit for the good, I have to accept the blamer for the bad.
Many people don't. They only take the credit for the good and are nowhere to be found when there's blame to be doled out. I can think of one in particular but I don't want to get overly political here.
I hope my fellow members of the Millionizers won''t be too upset with me for today's failure to much write, but if they don't because I let them down, I'll just have to take my licking and resolve to do better again tomorrow.
And if it doesn't happen tomorrow, having written hard once, I know what it takes to write hard again, so I am sure to do it again.
They don't have to believe me, but it's the truth nonetheless.
Failure to much write aside, I did continue the nice little story about Fodi's evolution in a yet titled tale.
Though I do know that this story is not set on Earth. I decided that today.
And I might just have a name for what his people will eventually be called. And how there will be any number of people rising up from one to many.
So while there's no doubt that I didn't live up to my responsibilities as part of the writer's club that is going to try and replicate the greatness of the Peach, I continued the unfolding of a story and picked up two good ideas as I did so.
And if I can do that, I can do the other things too. Because I have. My fellow members could learn from me.
Apparently there was a discussion about my lack of writing this morning because when I came back to my computer after I showered so that I could be ready for the day, there was an e-mail waiting for me telling me to get back to the writing because they were not going to accept my one writing since it was as little as it was.
It was a unanimous vote as well.
So I have no choice but to return and write more.
At least they didn't demand that I write more of Fodi's story.
I reached the edge of the water and gulped hard as I came to the end of all I had known before, as the water was about to give way to the ground.
And it was then that I realized I had no idea how was I going to make the leap from the water to the soil.
Suddenly, I felt very foolish as the drive to come to the surface seemed like an idea that was even mine.
That made no sense of course, because whos thought would it be but mine? I chuckled and closed my eyes to head off the rush of tears that I felt welling up inside of me.
And not without a little pain.
Or a lot.
Soon, I was screaming because of this pain and very much hating that I had seen the lights that early morning because I knew that to leave the water was a mistake.
I wanted to go back to the water, but I couldn't could I? I'd left that life behind me and for some things, there's no going back once you've passed a certain point. And that was the point that I had passed when I struck Spevv. he was bad enough before, I couldn't imagine how bad he'd be now with his already crazy want to lord it over me.
How could I let this happen?
Not that returning to that story has been a problem for me so far, though I think that I'm spent on the story for today, no matter what further demands they make on me.
But seeing as what I did yesterday was only 27% of the day and they didn't say boo about that, then I have a good idea of how many words I need to write.
And that is where I am right now. depending on what any of the other writers do in what's left of the day.
Though I think I'll keep at it for a little longer so that I don't fall below what's apparently the new threshold of 27% if one or two of the other writers should come up with a good writing that drops me down a peg or two.
If only I could return to Fodi's story again, because I know what the very next part is, but I', afraid that it won't fit well with what I've written so far, even though I think it works in the story overall.
That's my story and I'm sticking with it.
There's no other reason for me to not return to it now like I have somewhere else to be soon and I don';t want to hit on a good thread and be forced to stop so that I can go that thing.
Well, those things if I'm being honest.
Speaking of those things, this is a good time for me to stop.
Be well won't you?
Charles Petrie
Date
01-15-20
Time
11:16-11:59=43 And 12:36-13:25=49
92 Minutes
Word Count
512+579=1091
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