Das Hier Special #1
Not me. In case that wasn't clear.
And we both agreed that I should make it abundantly so.
Sorry for any confusion.
He's still working on the drawing for today so you'll have to wait for me to begin a story about it.
So that's all for now, I don't have anything else on my mind.
Only that will not help the collective mission which is admittedly, floundering.
And what's worse, this is the 2nd quarter. so anything less than a thousand isn't going to help much now is it.
We have to get back to first good peak days at some point. Why not today?
Other than we have all lost the will to write like we actually believe that we can do what the good Petrie did.
How he managed to do it all on his own, is a wonder, especially after the first three months where he only wrote 61,548 words.
Thankfully, we wrote more than in January alone. Though we've fallen off this month, we still have an outside chance at bettering that three month tally if we buckle down, or surely we can manage 50,000 which still doesn't put us in the territory of holy holy, how'd you fail so bad.
But we need to step up the writing or we're going to need to write like machines and that's asking a lot of anyone, even us five writers.
Sutheran sent me his drawing for today. Sadly, my phone is charging so I can't take a picture of it so it will hav to ait until later, but I can begin to write the story that it has already inspired.
You lucky dogs you.
Speaking of which...
The air was crisp and cool and Stith was running late because Baffy. his eledog was taking his sweet time on the morning walk and was not at all interested in seeing the walk end when Thath emerged from the woods between their houses and quickened his pace like he had something impirtant to share with him. and he didn't want him to go away before he said what he had to say.
"Stith! How are you this fine day?" Thath said like they were the best of buds, drank at the pubb Saturday nights and hunted Quate every Sautohtumn.
They did not and never had an running late as he was, seeing Thath was the last thing he wanted to do.
But he always strove to be polite and took a deep breath and put on the best smile that he could. "Good morning Thath, what can I do for you today?" He said, hoping that he would at least be quicker than the dog was being.
"You can help me complete the one thing that Aldwen didn't live to see done." He said, as his smile faded and he looked down at the gorund, because Aldwen had recently passed at the too far young age of five erats because of Guttlebuth.
Stith looked down at the ground too, as was customary when talking about the recently passed.It was a sign of respectful reverence. "Yes, that was a sad day for us too Thath. We had been his neighbours for the past three erats were meaning to invite him and his over a for a goodly supping but he passed before we could." He said, looking at Thath in the eyes and for the first time not seeing an ass like he'd always seen, but just another friend of Aldwen's who was grieving his passing.
"So you'll help me with this Stith? We've never gotten along and never will, but he was friend to us both and I think we should do this in his honour. What do you say? Can we do this for Aldwen?
"What was the one thing that he wanted done?" he asked, as there was so many things on Aldwen's list that he hadn't kept good track of all the things on it. And his list was out of date too as he still thought there were four things on it instead of the one.
"He wanted to build a bridge for the firehorses to cross from Terid's Isle to the Great Valley because he hated to see them cut off from there happiest place where the hills are sprawling and evergreen with grasses that grow wild and free and taste like no other grasses anywhere. It's been five years since the bridge fell and it's a shame that this many years on it remains unrepaired. We must take up the cause to best honour his memory." He said, with a passion that Stith had never seen before.
Someone should defnitely do that, but why me? I am not a builder of any kind and you must know others who could be of more help than I would ever be." Even if I hated the thought of spending more than a few minutes with you, was the thought he thought but didn't share with him.
"Baffy's happy barking reminds me of my own eledog I had when i was young. She was Kae-Kae and I loved her very much. and as hard as it was to lose Kae-Kae then, thinking of her now makes me happy and I work better when I'm happy and you have no reason to let me take Baffy with me to work on the bridge now do you?" He said wisely.
Stith was taken aback as he was touched by what Thath had said. But he was also terribly behind now and needed to get on with his day because there were only two trains to the City Core and the second one would make him be later than he liked. "Look Thath, I have to go to work, but I'll get back to you soon okay?" He said and meant, which was not something that he would have thought he'd ever mean with him.
Thath sighed but shook his head agreeably "I hope you do Stith because the bridge needs to be rebuilt and I'm the best one to do it and like I said, Baffy's barks sure do help me." He continued, like he was waiting for something.
"But I really have to go because I can't miss my train Thath, but I'll talk to you later in the week. Bye now." He said, as he quickly turned around and whistled for Baffy who came a running as he'd wandered off and walked on his own.
"Okay, ride well Stith, ride well." He said, feeling sad after an encounter with his neighbour than he usually felt annoyed at best. What was wrong with him?
Wait, I'm stopping now when it's off to a great start?
Don't stop now right?
Only what happens next?
See, that's the thing, I don't know what happens next.
Well, I know one thing that has to happen, but that would be telling.
I need to finish the story?
Okay that and one other thing.
And I need it to get edited.
Yes, that's three things now.
Then get published, enjoyed and made into a movie.
Fine it's six things. And that's just now. I'm sure I'll think up more before I'm done.
And yes, that was a when, not an if. I feel this story deep in my feelings because there is a kernel of truth that inspired it.
So I am motivated to breathe it into existence if I can,
And it just so happens that I think I can.
Now all I got to do is prove it.
Though you can guess that Stith will agree to help out Thath, to honour Aldwen's last wish.
But you knew it othrwise why would I start it this way right?
Though if this gets to the point of getting published, Stith and Thath won't be a stick and whatever it is that Thath is. And the Baffy will look more like a half elephant, half dog, or just be some other pet entirely. Maybe a full on dog.
More human looking, but not, as that notness gives me the freedom that I want to tell this tale.
Well write, because I know that I'll never be standing before an audience of any kind speaking this story into other people's ears.
I first wrote it as book, but that's probably too long. Can I take the building of a bridge and turn it into anything more than a short story?
But if nothing else, this little bit of Sutheran's goodness inspired a great good start to a story and helped us to a better day than some of the ones this month and there's still the better part of two hours to write and the whole of the 4th tonight.
So that's win win in my book.
And today is already a won day as we close in on the base camp, which is something that we can do before the supper break.
if we continue as we are of course. I haven't let the bird site as Sutheran likes to say get in the way of a lot of writing like I did yesterday.
And if we actually reach base camp by the supper break, I'm going to take aim at the first good peak because that will be just a thousand words away which is a good output in only three quarters.
Though it won;t be as good as it could have been if I come to a complete halt and don't write no more words so I best be back at it before what should have been 2000 words in the third fails to 1500.
Yes, that's a high aim, but it is not beyond my reach.
At least not yet.
Okay, it is, but 1500 isn't as I'll hit that by the bottom of the hour, which is half the way to the first good peak that I was seeking today. Add that to the earlier quarter and my chances of that good climb are better than good.
And even if I didn't write another word for the rest of the quarter, I'd still have to write fewer than words in the 4th than I have to this point, though that would be more than what I've written in this one so I still have some writing to do so that I don't have to write a thousand words in the 4th, which could turn out to be too much for me.
But only time will tell.
And now the words are going to feel forced, which means I could take this opportunity to take a break and come back strong after the supper break.
We're approaching the base camp and I fell better now about my chances of us climbing to the first good peak so I have no reason to feel ashamed of stopping here.
Though I am going to continue thank you very much as I find it better to push on.
Oh bother, as Sutheran is fond of saying, I really thought that I had changed the colour of the pants I got thanks to the River people changed to blue, which is so much better in clothing save for tee shirts.
Apparently I didn't, or the change didn't go through so I am stuck with black because I needed the pants so i tor open the bag they were in and put them on.
And it's not like they're going to going out about pants, for the most part anyway.
It's past the bottom of the hour and I will be breaking for supper very soon, but not before i reach 1500 words because that's right around the corner.
I done did it even though I faltered at the end when I could have reach 2000 with a little more of push.
But I can be happy with this quarter.
And I will see you later.
I missed out on 2000 words through two quarters by four little words!
I was, or we were, because I am speaking for all of us, were that close to 2000!
And now I must wonder do I have it in me to write 1004 words before the end of the day.
I think yes with there being so much time in the day to write, but we have lacked the killer instinct of January where we were able to climb to the first good peak
This lack will continue if I don't have at it on our behalf, so I am going to have to write, write and write some more for prolonged periods because writing a hundred words at a time is not going to get me very far along.
So what did I do right after I wrote that? I went back to the bird site.
Is it possible we don't want to collectively millionize the decayear?
Say it ain't so collective because I wake up at night dreaming about the day, in mid-December where we write our way past a million words.
And I'm sure it will be mid and not late. Though it would be nice if it was early. Though as long as it's any point in December short of the final three hours we'll be good.
Of course competing against the good Petrie is tough because he was an absolute beast in the last nine months of the the decade. We should be able to smash his record but....
It's going to be tough.
Especially when I think that I just lost all the motivation for the story that I began today.
For it to be a story seen to completion, I'm going to have to overcome my lack of history with plotting.
It's just All Star Basketball. Why am I watching it when I have so much writing to do?
And I don't even care about it.
Yet that is what I am doing instead of having at the words with reckless abandon. Not that I've been having at it with that abandon.
And now that the game is at the half I am going to write write and write some more right?
That is the hope but I'm already drifting back towards the bird site.
So I'm not going to reach the first good peak am I?
This is not a given. I have time to reach the first good peak if I give it the necessary effort.
So the bird site will have to wait, though the game will not as I think that it has successfully caught my attention, which begs the question will it end with enough time left in the day for me to climb the rest of the way in the final hour?
Yes?
That is my hope.
But I would feel better if I was having at the story that hours earlier had life in my head and my creativity.
Only it appears that this is another case of easy come, easy go.
All this to say, despite my doing better than Sutherna today and in fewer quarters than him as he needed all four and I've only needed three, It appears that I'm going to fall short of the first good peak because I didn't write enough in the 2nd or the 4th.
Oh bother.
Today's story won't get any further life unless I plotline it, which is something I can't remember doing in I don't know how long.
Then again, math tells me, because I counted, that I am closing in on 4000 words short of the first good peak now and with the better part of two hours to write 400 words, I am sure that I can do this because there will be moments between the action, or even during the action in which I will write twenty words here, thirty words there and if I can do that five times, I'm not going to have much writing to do after the game is over.
So halftime came at the right time when I was ready to write, write, write and write some more.
But something is wrong with my desktop as the browser that I am using, which I would mention by name if they were paying me to mention them, though they wouldn't be happy to see me saying what's up blank, why is your browsing getting in my way?
However, since they aren't, I won't mention their name.
Fortunately, I still have time on my side and I will reach the first good peak tonight because the failing browser isn't stealing my writing and I am close enough to be able to finish the day's writing before the end of the hour.
So I can afford to watch more of the game, once the game returns from this commercial interruption, which came at a good time as I was already at the keyboard and writing.
I am just slaying the words and their cries inspire me to cut down more of them.
It sounds terribly violent, but what care I? The words are not alive so I am not killing them.
And the truth is it's a harvesting like from a field, so it's plant rather than meat.
So the vegetarians and vegans can rest easy.
Ha!
Oh we're cool, they can do them and I will do me. hat gets me most is their argument about pain. You don't think those plants you love don't feel pain?
And yes, I do enjoy vegetables. But to think only animals feel pain is to be a fool.
There is even research to this point I think.
But go ahead and feel superior to us carnivores.
Snort.
I see the first good peak in easy reach and I rejoice as I reach it just past the bottom of the hour as I didn't write just a little harder this quarter.
Though I did lose time when the browser was busy failing.
Luckily that is in the past and I could even take a run at the second good peak if I wasn't watching the All Star Game and wasn't going to run out of the drive and fall well short of 4000 words.
We are well short of needing that kind of effort though and even still short of needing the effort that it takes to reach the first good peak, though not by much.
But since these peaks are hard to reach, the more times that we reach them, the better off we will be as we've already failed in the lesser reaches of less than the base camp, especially this month.
So anything nicely towards the second good peak is good.
And nicely is...
Nicely is something more than how far past the first good peak than I have climbed.
All this to say is that I needed the good of this day, especially when I failed last week.If you are the team ahead, playing risky is a good way to lose.
And red team, you are on your way to losing it. Yes, I know that the Red team is ahead, but the blue team is trailing by so few and have scored on a lot of three pointers.
The game is tied now so it's who scores four first.
Time passed and Red fell behind.
They did come back to tie it, but in the end, Blue was too much for Red.
The Red Team blew it.
And I hate it when the team for who I am cheering for loses.
Be well, I'm going to do something else.
Charles Petrie
Date
02-16-20
Time
09:54-11:59=125, 12:37-17:38=301, 19:34-23:32=238
664 Minutes
Word Count
462+1534+1273=3269
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