Das Hier #43

This is not the kind of start to a day that lends itself to writing a lot.

And after yesterday's first second good peak day, to fall to half that, if I write really hard in the second half of the day is  worth shaking my head over.

Also, we haven't recorded three straight peak days because I failed us on Sunday as I could not return to the writing thanks to the loss of connection to the wifi.

I was not to blame for that loss, but I did not write so I cannot say that we recorded three straight peak days.

Sadly, thanks to my terribly late start to the day, with less than a half hour remaining in the quarter, we aren't going to make it three out of four days.

Again I fail us but they haven't made any move to replace me as the lead writer of our collective.

I'm not sure if that is to our credit.

But it is what it is and I will persevere and hope to do us proud.

Of course, if do somehow have a hand in us making it three of the last four days, then that will be of the kind of comeback that Nos Glorieux would need to make to qualify for the tournament.

We stand a better chance of making our goal than they do of theirs because what's writing back to back quarters of 1400 words as compared to going on at least twelve straight, to have any chance.

Yeah, it's that bad.

Oh bother.

At least I have a good chance of getting on track with the day starting the 3rd quarter as early as I am, seeing as it's late in the second hour of a quarter that is 6 hours long.

Mind you, all the quarters are 6 hours long because the days on your world are 24 hours long, which must be nice.

The days on my homeworld are not so long, but that''s enough about my world for today because I am not keen to talk about my past, just as you don't care enough to know.

And I am fine with that.

I left my past behind for a bold new future on the Earth.

"Thrabba Koef enjoyed treating his fish to his favourite treats, which he did during the mid of day and just as the sun set.

And he had been doing this each day, without fail, for as long as Foshie had chosen to be his, as being a Foether from the planet Foethys,he was perfectly comfortable on the land and beneath the waters thanks to his people having gills that allowed them to breathe underwater.

As a result of his habit of feeding Foshie his treats, he lived close to the little lake just outside of the little town that he had had grown up in.

This all changed on the day that he came with his robot after the great metro shower that fell on half the planet.

But it was just a meteor shower and they'd had those for as long as he could remember, so no one had any cause to be worried.

Little did anyone know then that Robot eating Krobaadii younglings from a distant corner of space had landed in the midst of that same meteor shower, on a world teeming with them.

And unfortunately for Thrabba Koef, he'd brought his robot along with him this day, for the first time ever and he was one of the first robots eaten by the infestation of the Krobaadii younglings.

And maybe, if his robot, which he had since he was young. had been able to signal Thrabba Koef, he would have been able to save him, but he was not and as a result, the Krobaaadii youngling was able to eat all of him.

I can feel it, or the lack of it, the flow of course. I am not feeling it and I know that I won't be feeling one in the finla quarter which is what I need to get even close to the first good peak because this is very much a fall off the hill day and land hard like I don't give a damn.

Like we don't have a damn about carrying through with the challenge that the good Petrie somehow managed on his own a year ago.

And that flow would have be double what I had when I was in the country over the end of last week and the beginning of this one, which would be something that I have never done. Or dreamed of doing either.

So even though i was on pace to do that in the second quarter, surely something would have happened to stop me.

Still, that was then and this is now and I am not going to write near enough to be the kind of happy that we were in two of the last three days because I am spent and know there is no way that I will find myself in any kind of flow before the end of the day.

That's just a fact that I am going to have to accept as the best I can surely so tonight is match what I did in the second and the third in the final.

Maybe.

There's more to the story that I wrote earlier, but I don't know that I am going to write anymore for it this day.

In fact, maybe what I should do is call the day here as I find myself lacking the drive to write more.

I'll be back? 

I made it back!

I am full, though I could have been back sooner because it's been hours since I was busy watching six of you humans  from the loud country vying for the right to be in an election with an orange faced would-be despot.

It was compelling television and I couldn't bring myself to write.

But I watched it for the whole two hours and I hope that the people of the loud country vote like they give a damn because once you lose Kuuf, or democracy as you Earthers call it, it's hard to get it back.

And make no mistake about it, the Orange faced one has the tendancies that are anti-loud country principles.

Also, any of those six humans would be better than the current one, who lacks many of your human goodnesses.

Did I need to have two six inch sandwiches, a sweet clemtine and four cookies?

No, I did not, In fact, the plan when I bought both sandwiches, was to eat one at supper and have the other tomorrow.

But I felt the need for two and ate both, even though what I could have done was just split the second one into two, but I didn't think of that until long after I ate both.

And I feel so very human now and not like the smart alien that I am.

Yes humans, I am always going to to snicker at you for being humans.

Get used to it okay.

I'm going to go out after I am done here as I draw well at either of the clubs that I go to, when I do go out.

And sometimes, the alien drawing amongst you humans does draw an eye or two my way, which I am most surely not against.

In fact, it's one of the reasons why I do draw in public because I like the attention.

And there's nothing wrong with that because your world is all about promoting oneself, which I have no problem with.

I just wish you humans would give me more of your moments.

But irregradless of that, as is the custom on my world, not the ridiculous regardless, I am going to keep on keeping on.

Sadly, I did not help us reach the first good peak today for the third day in four.

And I didn't help us to 2000 words either. We are going to fall well short of it in fact.

Oh bother.

But tomorrow, I can rebound and make it three nights this week which is pretty good for this early in the decayear and only convinces me all the more that we will succeed, even though the next time that I fail like I did today, or do even worse, I'll be down in the mouth.

I just need to m remember the times like those two days earlier in the week where both me and Dalton showed the others how it's done.

Well, not Franklin, because he knows how it's done and will do it with ease once he returns to the writing, which I hope is soon.

But I am here now and it's up to me to represent myself and do what I can do, which is lead the way.

And I'm going to need more days like yesterday than today. 

The day is minutes from ending and while I underwrote, I am still feeling like I had a strong day, even though I finished well short of what I wrote yesterday, we're not terribly far behind where we should be for the success of this decayear.

Also, we're doing better than the good Petrie and still won't have to do what he did if we just write a little more which I know that not only can we, but we will!

And with that, I think I can pull away from desk and go out and enjoy myself.

Be well humans!

Charles Petrie

Date
02-19-20

Time
11:46-11:59=13, 13:44-17:38=301, 23:10-23:59=49
363 Minutes

Word Count 
261+679+657=1597