Once more I’ve wasted the day, though there was a little bit of work that was done, but that is now in the past and I am now here.
So this is your warning that this is likely going to be a dull writing, so it’s not too late to turn around and (metaphorically) walk away.
So anyway, I guess I’m going to do that thing where I just go on a pointless and rather dull ramble, but that’s the way I feel like going right now. I don’t feel like trying to write more fiction. I don’t feel like trying to dip into some poetry or write about dreams. I don’t feel like doing much, to be honest. Adding to this is that soon I will be needing to do the thing that involves cooking so that I can eat dinner and thus have a stomach that could be considered close to full, or something to similar effect, or something.
Still, I really should try and get something done as I haven’t done much of anything since the week’s beginning and I’m feeling the desire to write and do a number of other things, but of course those things are not being done and as such I’m now sitting here writing about the fact that I have not done those things which I guess is something to write about. I should probably say what those things are, but that’s not going to happen right now as right now I just want to get this done.
Actually, now I am feeling like cooking. Cooking might just be a good idea to engage with earlier rather than later. Sooner I eat, the sooner I feel full and thus the sooner I have eaten, and so on and so forth. You get the idea.
Well, that’s pretty much it. I’ve got nothing left. I am realising that writing in the evening is not serving me as well as I thought it would, but to be honest I’m writing in the evening more due to procrastination than anything else. That’s on me. I need to own it, wear it, and all that other stuff that people say when they realise something about something.
Okay; that is now pretty much it. I’ve nothing left to say on this evening of evenings. I’ll just close this off now. Well, not right now, but soon enough. I need to find the right words to use to end this bit of writing, though that’s not different from usual, now that I think about it, though I’m not really thinking about it as…
So anyway, now that there aren’t many words left I guess I can say that I’m nearing the end of this bit of writing. It wasn’t interesting. It was flat. It expressed something which is good, but I need to be more efficient with the words that I’m using and how I use them to express things.
Now that that’s said, I’m gonna finish this.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:45:09
I think I’ve covered how I feel about this bit of writing better than I usually do.
Written at home.