Sometimes you need to have a bit of a break in order to reset and get all those metaphorical juices flowing once more. Sometimes you just need to rest. Today was a day of rest. Yesterday also pertained to the act of resting. Now there are a few more hours left to go before sleeping, so now is the time to get everything done in a wild panic due to not having gotten enough done during the day. It all starts with the writing of this gibberish and then descends into further nonsense. We’ll see how it all turns out. Probably poorly, but who knows at this stage?
Need to set out a plan and see it through to completion. Once that is done, then the rest will happen, but of course the rest will happen only in accordance to whatever plan it is that I set out for myself. Don’t know what the plan will be yet but I’m sure that with enough work it will be… a plan.
Where am I going with this? I take a day away from doing anything (well, almost two days) and now I’m writing about nothing. I guess taking a break allowed me to continue along my usual continuation which is to express very little with far too many words under a time constraint that I seem to be quite good at getting under more often than not at this stage in my life. Perhaps I need to up the ante.
What I think I shall do from now on is find two agitated badgers, set them loose in my bedroom and try to write within the time limit whilst also fending off the badgers in whatever way I can. That might make these far more exciting and dangerous, which might lead to far greater writing. Need the constraints in order to really push things (sometimes), but perhaps this is allowing a greater deal of flexibility. Might take some of my attention away from the act of writing itself, but the writing might just be far greater than not including this sort of variability.
Of course, I need to make sure that in all circumstances I come out of the thing quite okay. If I do not make sure of this, then I might get injured and I’d rather avoid that, to be honest. Plenty of other things that I want to avoid, but getting hurt by agitated badgers is quite high on the list; especially if I have them in my bedroom with me whilst I am writing.
Now that I think about it, obtaining badgers of the agitated variety would require a lot of travel, deception and subterfuge. Quite frankly I’m not that willing to engage in the act just for one small thing and I don’t think the badgers would want to be removed from their homes, so instead of doing that I might just do what I’ve always done and just sit down and do some more writing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:16:76
It’s cold and I need to write stuff a little less flat.
Written at home.