Das Hier Black #7
So, Sutheran is stepping away from posting to Das Hier and we need someone to take over for the six days.
And by we, I do not mean for our benefit, just for the benefit of the blog, as we don't want to let the people who read us down.
They are not vocal but they are here and are surely reading an eighth(?) of what we write each day which is better than nothing right?
I'd love to add more days to my writing schedule but I can't right now. Maybe in the coming weeks, but certainly not now.
As for the drawings that Sutheran was providing, I don't know. He didn't say and I haven't asked.
But if I had to guess, I'm going to need to find another drawer.
I can't afford an artist.
And I do think there is a difference.
Sutheran was drawing for me because he wanted to.
But that was then and this is now.
Oh well, we'll figure something out I'm sure.
Where has the day gone? Because it's the final quarter and I have just resumed the writing that I didn't do much of in the second quarter.
This is not the kind of day that does the Collective any good.
"Somewhere, deep in the night, just like any other in the quiet countryside, the uncommon happened as a spaceship appeared overhead, breaking the sound barrier as it headed for the dessert beneath.
Fortunately this part of the dessert was sparsely populated and was headed away from the friendly giant turtle that was following the latest trend amongst the hipper turtles of getting his shell tatted with a scene from life. And an ocean scene was what most of the turtles were going for.
And Tohthem had long liked the seas anyway, so that was what he got tatted on his shell. ANd he didn't care that the bipeds would not like the darkness of the design, that of an abandoned little boat with a shark fin protruding from the ocean. Though he was too kind to have gotten one that showed blood in the water, any biped that would have seen it would have known what was up.
Tohthem of course paid no mind to the sounds of the impending crash of the out of control spaceship.
But Kuviaeth cared as he streaked into the sky, not content to let any aliens crash into the barren dessert and die alone.
And he had the power to make it so as he possessed great good speed, the ability to transmute his form into energy and of course, the ability to cast this energy at his enemies.
This though was not about facing any of his enemies, this was a straight up rescue mission and he wasn't thinking about casting his energy off against anyone. He was thinking only of rescue.
I would of course continue with this beginning but supper calls and I am always happy for this time.
So I'll be bringing this writing to a pause, not an ending, because I will be back, because I am not going to be happy letting the Collective register another day of less than a thousand words and I do my best writing here so I've got a long way to go.
And Sutheran's last drawing to post later.
I'll be sure to see you then.
I'm back and I don't much feel like writing, but I have to push on for at least a little bit otherwise I won't be the least bit happy and there's nothing wrong with being the least bit happy.
I have to admit that I snickered at Sutheran when he wrote about the bad sock that was in amongst the pairs that he bought recently because I was sure that it was duet to his alien feet, which wouldn't pose a problem because I'm human and my feet are not big or weirdly shaped.
I bought four pairs myself because he really liked the design of those socks, he just wasn't down with the ease with which that first sock was found to have a hole in it.
I discovered earlier that the first of the very same brand socks that I bought has a hole of its own so clearly it's the socks and not the feet of an alien or the feet of a human, which is very disappointing because I love the look of my socks as much or even more than he loves his.
And if it's happened to one pair, it's sure to happen to the others.
Right?
I shouldn't have to learn how to darn sock or pay for someone to darn them because I'll be danged if I'm going to throw out four new pairs of socks because they were poorly made!
But big companies don't care about our little struggles.
Oh bother, as Sutheran likes to say.
So it looks like I'll be going out at some point this week to buy some brand new socks.
Only, I won't be buying them from the same place that I bought those pairs since clearly there's a supply problem. Surely the pairs I will buy in the coming week won't have the same problem because this is the first time that any socks I've ever bought developed a hole this stupidly quick.
And yes, it is stupid. But enough of that.
Just not enough writing, which is not a good omen for us in our great effort to write a million words this decayear.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be?
No, of course it's meant to be because it's something that we can do because we have the will to do it.
So this is not the end of the collective.
Not by a long shot.
And despite his speed, Kuviaeth knew that this was not going to be an easy save because the speed of the spaceship was incredible and it was going to take all of his abilities and will to save those within.
Okay, it's time to bring this writing to an end, not because I don't have anything else to write, including this goodly little story that I started today, but I'm only ever going to write so much on a given day, though it's usually more than what I wrote here, but because i'm feeling tired and I think I'm going to go to bed.
So good night.
I hope to do better next week.
Charles Petrie
Date
03-01-20
Time
11:30-11:59=29, 18:36-23:15=279
308 Minutes
And by we, I do not mean for our benefit, just for the benefit of the blog, as we don't want to let the people who read us down.
They are not vocal but they are here and are surely reading an eighth(?) of what we write each day which is better than nothing right?
I'd love to add more days to my writing schedule but I can't right now. Maybe in the coming weeks, but certainly not now.
As for the drawings that Sutheran was providing, I don't know. He didn't say and I haven't asked.
But if I had to guess, I'm going to need to find another drawer.
I can't afford an artist.
And I do think there is a difference.
Sutheran was drawing for me because he wanted to.
But that was then and this is now.
Oh well, we'll figure something out I'm sure.
Where has the day gone? Because it's the final quarter and I have just resumed the writing that I didn't do much of in the second quarter.
This is not the kind of day that does the Collective any good.
"Somewhere, deep in the night, just like any other in the quiet countryside, the uncommon happened as a spaceship appeared overhead, breaking the sound barrier as it headed for the dessert beneath.
Fortunately this part of the dessert was sparsely populated and was headed away from the friendly giant turtle that was following the latest trend amongst the hipper turtles of getting his shell tatted with a scene from life. And an ocean scene was what most of the turtles were going for.
And Tohthem had long liked the seas anyway, so that was what he got tatted on his shell. ANd he didn't care that the bipeds would not like the darkness of the design, that of an abandoned little boat with a shark fin protruding from the ocean. Though he was too kind to have gotten one that showed blood in the water, any biped that would have seen it would have known what was up.
Tohthem of course paid no mind to the sounds of the impending crash of the out of control spaceship.
But Kuviaeth cared as he streaked into the sky, not content to let any aliens crash into the barren dessert and die alone.
And he had the power to make it so as he possessed great good speed, the ability to transmute his form into energy and of course, the ability to cast this energy at his enemies.
This though was not about facing any of his enemies, this was a straight up rescue mission and he wasn't thinking about casting his energy off against anyone. He was thinking only of rescue.
I would of course continue with this beginning but supper calls and I am always happy for this time.
So I'll be bringing this writing to a pause, not an ending, because I will be back, because I am not going to be happy letting the Collective register another day of less than a thousand words and I do my best writing here so I've got a long way to go.
And Sutheran's last drawing to post later.
I'll be sure to see you then.
I'm back and I don't much feel like writing, but I have to push on for at least a little bit otherwise I won't be the least bit happy and there's nothing wrong with being the least bit happy.
I have to admit that I snickered at Sutheran when he wrote about the bad sock that was in amongst the pairs that he bought recently because I was sure that it was duet to his alien feet, which wouldn't pose a problem because I'm human and my feet are not big or weirdly shaped.
I bought four pairs myself because he really liked the design of those socks, he just wasn't down with the ease with which that first sock was found to have a hole in it.
I discovered earlier that the first of the very same brand socks that I bought has a hole of its own so clearly it's the socks and not the feet of an alien or the feet of a human, which is very disappointing because I love the look of my socks as much or even more than he loves his.
And if it's happened to one pair, it's sure to happen to the others.
Right?
I shouldn't have to learn how to darn sock or pay for someone to darn them because I'll be danged if I'm going to throw out four new pairs of socks because they were poorly made!
But big companies don't care about our little struggles.
Oh bother, as Sutheran likes to say.
So it looks like I'll be going out at some point this week to buy some brand new socks.
Only, I won't be buying them from the same place that I bought those pairs since clearly there's a supply problem. Surely the pairs I will buy in the coming week won't have the same problem because this is the first time that any socks I've ever bought developed a hole this stupidly quick.
And yes, it is stupid. But enough of that.
Just not enough writing, which is not a good omen for us in our great effort to write a million words this decayear.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be?
No, of course it's meant to be because it's something that we can do because we have the will to do it.
So this is not the end of the collective.
Not by a long shot.
And despite his speed, Kuviaeth knew that this was not going to be an easy save because the speed of the spaceship was incredible and it was going to take all of his abilities and will to save those within.
Okay, it's time to bring this writing to an end, not because I don't have anything else to write, including this goodly little story that I started today, but I'm only ever going to write so much on a given day, though it's usually more than what I wrote here, but because i'm feeling tired and I think I'm going to go to bed.
So good night.
I hope to do better next week.
Charles Petrie
Date
03-01-20
Time
11:30-11:59=29, 18:36-23:15=279
308 Minutes
Word Count
170+910=1080
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