Five-Hundred Word Challenge 629: An Evening Ramble

Well, it’s the evening and it’s the first time I’ve written in the evening since the last time I did, which I believe was a while ago now. Probably doesn’t matter, but maybe it does. Maybe the writing in the evening versus writing in the morning is a different approach and a different perspective. It is darker outside, but maybe that has nothing to do with it at all. I’m really not sure. It probably doesn’t matter. I’m writing and that’s what matters right now.

Though now that I think about it what really matters is how tired I am, which just so happens to be quite. I need a bit more rest, but that’s not going to happen for a few more hours as I need to do a few things before the going to the location known as “bed”. Maybe it won’t be a few more hours. Maybe instead I’ll just go to bed after writing this.

It’s been a long day and they just seem to be getting longer. I thought that things were meant to get shorter the older you got, but it seems that hours are stretching themselves out more and more and I am powerless to do anything about it. Maybe I am not. I don’t know.

It’s kind of nice though as it feels like I’m getting more out of the time that I have and it’s good to make the most of what time you have when you can, as it is not always possible.

It’s almost as nice as not having an evening warmer than the morning. Maybe some people find that nice. I don’t know. I do know I don’t particularly enjoy it, though I must admit that sometimes it can be beneficial. Depends on a whole bunch of things, I suppose.

Well, this is going nowhere fast. It just seems like more ramblings and rambling on is something that I kind of want to avoid at the moment as it doesn’t seem to focused on anything, but then again I have to let myself ramble a bit as that’s the only way to get to the heart of things sometimes, though you do need to make sure that you’re leaning inwards when you’re rambling if you want to get to the centre, but you don’t want to lean too much; just enough so that you kind of slowly but smoothly make your way in and don’t skip anything on the way.

There may be better approaches, but right now this is the approach I think works best. However, instead of talking about that I want to talk about the evening and all that it offers. I don’t quite think I have the time to do that, however, so I guess that will be something that has to wait for another time.

Can it wait? Can I wait? I really don’t know. However, the only way that I can find out is by moving through time at a steady pace.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:37:14

I think I prefer writing in the morning as I’m less fatigued and more easily able to put words forward.

However, now that I think back, I’ve written some things I’ve felt are more interesting whilst in the evening, under the pressure of being somewhere around the last ten minutes of work and needing to finish off before leaving so I can get the train to home, or maybe cycle.

Not sure if I cycled home from St. Leonards after doing one of these challenges just before finishing work in the evening when I was working in St. Leonards.

On a side note, it’s been around five years since I started doing these.

Written at home.


About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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