Das Hier #30

I failed us by this much in the reaching of 2020 words!

I am beside myself in disappointment as I came up short by just 71 words.

That's a joke right?

Only it isn't.

But at least I'm writing in the morning this time, even if I just write my way to 300 words, I'll have at least gotten us off to a good start to the day.

If there's still an us that is because the collective is where exactly?

It's been just me and Dalton since  January, which is bad when it's February.

They want me to lead? But how can I lead when they won't follow me?

It's disheartening to say the least.

There's no words 

But if one person, a nobody human no less can write a million words in a single year, than a handsome alien and a well efforted human can write a million words yes?

Or make a good effort at it.

But Dalton would have to quit his job to be able to write more than once a day and that's too much of an ask.

So it won't happen this decayear?

That would be disappointing.

"Heads up! Love is good and you should just shut up and  let it be as long as it doesn't futt with you directly.That makes sense right?" Said the sentient cactus that was determined to take no shiite from anyone, espcially a human because you humans are the worst. And hating love is sad.

The quarter's end is right around the corner and while I have in fact written in the 1st, yay me, I haven't written much and might not write at all in the 2nd, boo.

So have I lived up to my role as the leader of our collective?

I have not.

I have to do better!

I haven't done better as here it is, the final minutes of the 3rd quarter and I haven't written since the 1st.

This is not what a leader of a collective of writers does.

And as upset as I am by the failure of the fancy pencil, so much so that I drew a drawing about it, that's not the reason for my terrible showing this quarter as I was already not thinking about getting back to the writing before I discovered that the pencil was....

Well, as it was designed by humans, of course it was prone to failure as I couldn't use iit for more than two full days as the lead didn't come out of the pencil.

Are my people perfect? Of course  not, but we know how to build a pencil.

And do some other things to that you humans struggle with.

But this is about the pencil, like seriously humans, you couldn't design a pencil that works beyond the using up of the original lead?

That's worth a blasting especially when it's a fancy pencil which means it's not being given away and I have to return it for satisfaction.

And I shouldn't have had to do this.

So shame on you humans and the person who this fancy pencil is attached to because it's one of those known people who has a series of products. I won't say his name because even that could be giving him credit, even though this is a stupid fail that even a youngling on my homeworld wouldn't have committed.

The quarter is nearly over so I will go now and yes, you can imagine that my face is not a happy one.

Be blessed not to have a product that failed ridiculously and especially not on any public stage because that's just embarrassing.

I returned the pencil and pen set that admittedly looked very good on my desk and was being used as often as it could be, at least the pencil was as I don't need the pen as often as I need the pencil. But i was using it and would have enjoyed it for the length of this decade for certain sure.

Only it was apparently designed by an idiot who couldn't make it be used for the years that it should have been.

And this was not an inexpensive set either.

So that makes it worse because if you're charging that much for something, relative to the price friendlier examples of its kind, pencils and pens, it should darn well work for nothing short of a year or two. And longer in fact.

But you humans are amazingly good at futting up things that shouldn't be futted up.

Ah, human exceptionalism eh?

Especially those loud ones, who are for the most part, good peoples, I could just do without their extreme loudness. 

Surely I'm not the only one, human or otherwise.

I'm glad that I don't live in that loud place.

It is nice to visit  though, I will give them that.

I just want to be fair to you humans because I am a guest on your world after all.

And I would hate to be asked to leave. Or worse, forced to. But you wouldn't do that to me would you?

I'm a friendly alien.

Though being honest with some humans isn't going to gain me any friendliness in return.

Especially on that site for the birds.

But for the most part, I get along with most of you humans as most of you are reasonable.

So I have real worry that I will be told to leave, especially since I don't live in that loud country where they have much hate for aliens.

Those are different kinds of aliens?

Oh.

This feels awkward.

Maybe I should revisit the story that I started this morning, even though I feel no great attachment to it.

Whatever happens though the rest of the night is this will be another failed day as I can't possibly write enough words to reach the camp at the base of the mountain which is bad.

Though I have, or will have by the end of this day, written more than a thousand words. that's not good enough when I am part of a collective that is seeking to write a million words this year and the needed average for a year is 2740 words.

So a thousand words doesn't mean a  good day.

But the collective is silent on naming Franklin our leader which leaves me to think more and more that the collective is dead when we are only 35 days into the decayear.

And without the collective, we cannot possibly write enough words to millionize the year, which would be a shame because if one insignificant nobody human can do, then surely four humans and one handsome alien can do it with ease.

We are doing anything but making it easy. In fact, we are trending downward and are going to make it so that we are going to oblige ourselves to write better than 3000 words a day for some period of time when we had it in our power to to never have to write that many words at any point this decayear.

I am so not happy about this and I have sadly had too much of a hand in this sad eventuality.

We're going to be how short of the modest aims that we set for ourselves this month?

That's doubly sad

I'm still not going to resign from the collective, because I can surely bounce back as I showed last night when I wrote like an alien possessed.

I couldn't do it tonight, but I will do it again. Of that, I am as  certain and sure as I can be.

I might even do it as soon as tomorrow with the kind of first quarter that I haven't had since too long.

In fact, I better do that and more tomorrow before we all fall off the pace and the early year of doings that the good Petrie aren't as bad as they should have been.

But for now, the day is done and we have lost.

Be better than a collective of four humans and one alien when comes to writing a million words and failing to do so.

Charles Petrie

Date
02-04-20

Time

04:12-05:55=103, 17:40-17:56=16, 21:57-23:59=122
241 Minutes

Word Count

305+305+755=1365