One Thousand Word Challenge 70: More Messy Writing

What a rush this morning has been. there was walking. There was talking. There was eating. This was not done all at the same time, but over a period of time and now it is all done and I am doing the work thing which is no different from the usual.

Slept well, am awake, have watered the plants. There are things that needed to be done that have been done. There still is plenty to do before the end of the day, however. Need to do the editing. Need to churn this out. Need to do more writing. Need to avoid customers as much as possible. It is going to be a busy day, though hopefully not due to the speaking to people who want things yesterday rather than soon.

But of course that is what I’m currently choosing to deal with as a barrier to doing things that don’t involve my getting paid. Such is the way of things. If I play with this sport of setting, then I need to expect the obstacles of which I’m allowing myself, or something. I don’t know what I’m trying to say, though I feel that (in most instances) creation is far better than bei0ng yelled at.

Anyway, that is not what this is about. I think that today it’s just a jotting down of thoughts as they float on by and find their way elsewhere. I shall catalogue what it is that passes on through in the hopes of creating an impression of it that shall exist for some time. That time shall be until I decide to take it down, or until it disappears of its own accord. I’m not sure as to how all of this will turn out, but then again, that is yet to stop me, so onward I go, or something. I don’t know; you think of some way to end that sentence. I’m feeling too lazy to think of a better ending.

So anyway, I’m here, sitting, typing this out. Feeling a bit thirsty. Want to stretch my legs. It is quiet at the moment which means I can get on with writing whatever this is. I wonder how it will turn out, but I don’t always wonder. Sometimes I do find myself wondering about these things as I am writing them, but somehow that seldom ends up being expressed in the text that I produce. Such is the way of things, I guess. don’t want to reveal all of my hand; only some of it. Probably should reveal more, but if I did that then there would be things expressed that I don’t always feel like expressing. I try to keep Stupidity Hole away from too much personal stuff; well, overtly anyway. Earlier there was a lot more stuff that was overtly personal, but these days I’d rather not be so overt about that.

It’s not that I mind being obvious about my personal life and thoughts; it’s that I don’t feel as though anything in my personal life is worth being over about. Then again, now that I think about it, there’s probably a lot of obvious stuff that I write (even recently) that reveals a lot more than I think I reveal, but sometimes that is the way things go. So long as people are getting something out of it, I don’t necessarily mind.

Anyway, let me move away from that now. There are other things that are worth more time exploring. I’m hoping that they come along sooner rather than later. It is currently quite quiet and so I’m getting a good flow going and I want that flow to keep on going. I also want a bit more fiction to crawl into what it is that I write, but unfortunately I seem to hit a bit of a blank whenever I approach the fiction approach. Not always, but only sometimes. I should really look at pushing past that.

There’s a bit of bright sun coming through my window, but only in shaded form. That’s nice as it takes a bit of the strain off. Not enough light, however. would rather a bit more and not from the light above my head that I have switched on to make staring at a screen a little more bearable for the work day. Such is the way things go on the odd occasion, though this is more of a frequent regularity than anything else, really. I think.

Anyway, there are other things to worry about and there are things that I need to make time for but I really don’t know if I will be able to. I’ve been writing for a little longer than I would like to admit, though this is in regard to this particular day. Want to take it a little more easy, but soon, soon I will be able to take it a little more easy. Just need to wait a little longer and then it will all be there and be ready for my relaxation. What I am referring to is the moving away from the computer that is used for my doing the work of taking calls and dealing with people. Then I will be able to relax. However, this is not entirely true. There will be more doing things, followed by even more doing things. It shall not end and I am fine with that for the time being. Might not be in a few days, but right now I am fine with the idea.

Now that that is all said I think that I shall use a bit more time to think of clouds floating on by over the city of Sydney. I care little for the city, but this image makes a nice image in my mind right now. It would be nice to see it from a decent vantage point, such as somewhere at Balls Head Reserve. Get to feel as though I’m more away from the city than I am.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:38:41

Happy with the speed, but I feel as though what I wrote is a messy read.

Not sure as to why I waited until the evening to upload.

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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