Das Hier #31

I am going to get us back on track today! I refuse to let my failings signal an end to the great drive to write a million words and millionize the decayear, like some nobody human did in 2019.

Like seriously, who is the good Petrie anyway?

Yes, he did a great thing, just ask him, he'll tell you that he did something that very few people could do, not that he has ever thought he was the only one to have done this thing, just that he was the only one to do it in 2019.

As it turns out, he was wrong, someone else also wrote more than a million raw words in 2019.

So if there were two who did it, then there could be more yes?

Indeed there could be more. Though they haven't come to him and said that they had done the same thing.

This likely means that they didn't.

"No, you left the island and I am not going to let you back on it Cactus. I am declaring myself the leader of this island and my first command is that you have been exiled, forever! So don't try and sneak back on my island or you will pay dearly for it." I said, snapping my beak at him, promising what I would do if he swam any closer.

"That's not fair turtle! It's always been our island and I have left it many times to go for a refreshing swim and you've never been an ass and prevented me from getting back onto our island. So why are you being an ass now?" Cactus said as he shook his right arm like he was going to throw needles at his jerk island mate Turtle.

"Too bad, so sad Cactus. I've long wanted to kick you off the island but didn't have the nerve to do anything about it until today. ANd now that i have, I'm kicking myself for not having done it before now because I feel good about myself in a way that I never have before." I said, as I snapped my beak at Cactus again.

"What? Are you saying that I've made you feel bad for all these years?" Cactus said and I was quick to nod yes.

There you go humans, more story than I did yesterday. You don't have to thank me for all this story, but I won't mind if you do.

And now I think that I will go to bed so that I can write in the 2nd like I haven't for three of the last four days.

This has not helped me live up to my responsibilities as the leading writer of our collective. I was able to up write on the other days, but not yesterday.

So I must write in the 2nd today!

Be well, I am going to sleep now.

I am here.

But I arrived so late that I cannot possibly make much of an impression on you with my words because the quarter is very nearly done.

And I have been at my human built desktop since the beginning of the hour and yest I did not jump to the writing as I should have since I had but an hour to do my thing.

So I have let us down on the chase of the 1,032,020 words for the decayear yet again.

No, it no longer matters that the other members of the collective haven't written in days, with the exception of Dalton of course, he can only write one day a week and he has done you humans proud.

Maybe that's the problem though. His being human. Maybe what I need is an alien collective?

Surely they wouldn't let me down like the humans are.

That's not too catty is it?

Yes, it is catty, but is it too catty?

WHat is undenaiable is that thinking about my own collective is disloyal because it is  so early in the year and we have not yet wrecked our chances at success.

But this cannot continue many days longer where it is all on my shopulders to bare the load alone for six days a week.

I need your help humans.

Why have you not written in many days?

Are you all sick or dead?

You aren't even answering your mails. 

It's sad.

The sadness continues as I can't seem to write in all the quarters.

I blame all you humans for my ever weakening self.

Before I had committed to living here, I was very much more better at making use of my days.

Now I am not.

And I fear that it is only going to get worse.

If this continues, the collective is doomed.

And I fear that that will happen anyway because I myself am not living up to my responsibilities as the lead writer.

I am not happy as the day is mostly over and I have written so little today, compared to what I've written most days 

And the human tool that I was using to keep the records of what the collective was writing has failed, though that wouldn't be a thing to bother me if I had done the minimum of recording my user name and with which mails account that I had registered with.

But I didn't. The fault then lays with me for not doing that so I must turn my anger inward and be most upset that for the life of me I cannot remember which mail I used.

So right now, I feel very human.

And yes, I mean this as an insult because I would not have been so...

Reckless(?) on my homeworld.

It's only going to get worse I'm afraid.

Maybe what I need to do is take some time off because I feel so empty writing now.

And will I even be missed by the 3 or 4 humans that read me here?

The likely answer is no, I will not.

And I refuse to be the only one who can't take more than a day off a week.

Do you hear me collective?

Don't expect me to come here tomorrow Because I need some time off and there's nothing that you can say or do that will bring me here if I don;'t want to be.

And that is exactly how I feel right now.

But you are certain to have noticed this as I have now gone back to back days of writing fewer than 2000 words which is a terrible shame when this is not how the collective is going to succeed and write a million words.

At this point, we are not going to come close to it.

And I cannot escape blame for this, now would I try to  escape my share of it.

Oh bother.

How poorly will we do tomorrow?

Charles Petrie

Date
02-05-20

Time

03:15-03:58=43, 11:40-11:59=19, 19:39-23:59=140
202 Minutes

Word Count

481+245+419=1145