Das Hier #28

I swear he stepped out of the tree and just stood there staring at me for the longest time, like there was something he wanted to do or say.

But he did neither and just ghosted into the wind because I blinked and he was gone.

I shivered and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as if there was an electricity in the air that wasn't dissipating.

There was nothing there though and the air shouldn't have been like this.

Only it was and I was scared that if I walked any faster, I would get a shock to end all shocks so I had to feel the strangeness of the air longer than I would have otherwise.

Surely I would feel normally once I got home.

I can't believe it that I didn't write this morning, that I slept through the whole of the morning, like writing wasn't important enough to me to do whatever it took to write when I can for six days a week because I just can't write each and every day like the good Petrie, who's too proud of that accomplishment.

Of course, that's one of the reasons why he wrote as many words as he did in 2019.

So he has good reason to be proud of writing each day because there's no other way to write a million words in a single year.

Okay, without putting more pressure on the days that you do write because just writing each day requires the writing of 2740 words each day and you can't escape the possibility that there will be days where you won't write that many which means you need days where you write 3000 and more, which leads to an other question, how many days can you write more that many words?

Besides, writing each day is the best way to improve.

I'm just not doing that as I have discovered that I need that day without writing, which would piss off my 2019 self.

But what good did it do me top write each day of 2019 once I chose the Earth as my new home.

Or as it was known then, Spleck.

Wait, why does it feel like I already wrote this before?

It's because I did and I find myself missing what I had written before because your human technology failed me and didn't do what it was supposed to do, which was save what I had written before it failed.

Luckily what I had written was not for a story in which case I'd be really upset that your human technology had done me wrong because I would have lost something important.

Although, I did lose out on the words that I had written which is a crime of technology against the flesh and the blood.

Luckily I have time to make up for what this faulty human technology took from me by writing harder than most of you humans can because if I'm going to fail to write up, it should be because I failed, not because the technology did.

Especially when it steal words from me.

That cannot be rewarded.

What should always be rewarded though, is the happiness of the stomach, especially once the weekend has come and I have found the two most delicious foods that you humans have are hamburgers and pizza or is it hamburgers and pizza?

No doubt there are those of you humans who would be terribly for such food, some for reasons from one thinking and one from another.

Both groups know who they are and I am not here to get into that with either of them.

I like what I like and I am not going to apologize for liking what I like when it is both good for me and as inexpennsive as it can be which is good because it's taken me some time to get used to this thing called money that you humans are so obsessed with.

Especially those of you who have so much of it. Enough that you will never to worry about not having it for the rest of your granchildren's lives if they are not foolishly naive with it.

Sadly, even the greatest of fortunes that most couldn't possibly lose have been lost.

Well, sad for those who have lost them, not so sad for me because I only need enough money to survive as I am capable of living at peak crainiation for a hundred years, which will be moore than enough time to have made a goodful ending to my days when I can no longer live at my peak crainiation.

That may sound heartless, but I have never met them and they would laugh, snicker or shrug if I was the one who lost as they have.

That's enough of that though. It's time for me to move on from this and do something else.

Like drawing because i heat that muse calling out to me and there's only time enough for one of them, the words or the art and I am not going to write enough enough words to write another 300 of them before the first day of February comes to an end.

And then I counted the words that I had written to and I am so close to not failing that I have to stay, even if it costs me the drawing, I will have succeeded with the words and that trumps failing with the art.

Though if I find my way fast enough, I will have both.

And both is good.

So I will redouble my efforts and make it to the point of happiness that I can reach because I am oh so far from reaching the first good peak that I thought I would be able to reach when the first quarter came to an end.

But I did not write in the second and didn't write near enough in the 3rd.

All this to say, I have earned my near failure and still found a way to achieve a good balance between the two sides of my creativity.

And it's all thanks to this being a Hamburger Saturday, which needed the goodness of Long Fried Potatoes with Ketchup and salt.

Those are so good.

Maybe next week eh?

As for now, I am off to draw quickly.

Be well humans.

Charles Petrie

Date
02-01-20

Time

Twice Untimed 

Word Count
337+730=1067