It’s been a long day of nothing and there still are things that I need to do, so we’ll see how that goes.
Of course, there always is things that I need to do. It’s just a matter of getting them done, I guess.
I sit here, I type away and yet the words have no meaning or context, but that’s the way it can always be so long as I make sure to make sure that my sentences have no intention or sense behind them. Maybe I should try that some time and see what happens.
Well, I have done that before, but of course that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t do it again. It is a form of writing and perhaps it is one that I need to explore more, or something.
Maybe it will mean nothing, but then again maybe it will mean something. Maybe it will mean that I need to get back to writing fiction more often as writing about life, whilst highly exciting, doesn’t always cut it and even though my ability to write fiction is not the best, it is something that I thoroughly enjoy. I want to see what else I can come up with and see what results, but the need to write is always there, even when I don’t feel like writing or feel the need to writing. It just takes a rest some of the time; not all of the time.
I really should have started writing earlier in the day, however. Starting this late certainly isn’t the worst thing in the world and I certainly have had a pretty relaxed day for the most part, but I have been wanting to write for most of the day and I just haven’t and that’s never a good thing as it means I’ve been lazy when I’ve had no need or reason to do so.
I was going to write about my successful obtaining of toilet paper this morning, but instead I did not as there are better things to write about and I don’t want to go diving into that stuff as it’s a slippery slope I’d rather avoid. There are other things I’d rather write about from an ill-informed standpoint. Writing about the obtaining of toilet paper is something that can be done by people far better equipped to do so than I.
Now, where was I?
I think I was writing about writing once more. Of course it is a subject of which I am quite fond of, but that is neither here nor there. Probably the best thing to do when it comes to writing about writing is to write about writing and get it out of the way so that you can move onto other things; at least, in my case that may be the case. I’m not really sure, now that I think about it. Perhaps there are other things that I should worry about write now.
Perhaps I should worry about finishing reviews.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:55:35
I don’t think I would’ve shared this if I hadn’t managed to write it as fast as I did.
It’s okay and a lot of it makes sense, but its kind of bland. Maybe. I don’t know.
Written at home.