So this has been a bit of a lazy day. Steam now is picking up, as they say.
Started off writing, got lazy, went back to writing, now I’m here. Here doing the thing. The thing? Writing.
Rain falls outside but I sit here in the hopes that the rain will go away and go bother someone else. Soon there will be doing other stuff but I want the rain to go away. Why? So I can sit outside and drink my TEA and read a book and not be concerned with getting wet. Horrible problems to have, I know.
Anyway, I’m just buying time. Trying to see if my hand recovered. This month is the month of the writing of the novel manuscript to the tune of fifty thousand words. That is what took up most of my time this morning. Well, not most, but that is what took up my writing time this morning. Had I not participated in the act of doing so and my hand might be fine right now. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.
Seems to be holding up and that’s something that I consider to be a good thing and not a bad thing. If it will continue holding up, then I’m in clear water, or green pastures, or something. Regardless, I do know that there will be more laziness for the day to come along and I will embrace it. Might go back to bed, even. Don’t quite care for this being up and doing things; not right now, at least. Or do I?
Anyway, I think that pretty much covers everything that I wanted to cover. This is more of a test for my hand than anything so it would be quite easy to something something, and verily so. I don’t really have much else to say. Probably should have started doing the writing of the manuscript after the writing of the this. Maybe would’ve had something else to use before handing it all over to something that will be forever stored away once I’ve completed it, unless somehow it turns out that there is stuff that is salvageable from it once the completion and the realisation sets in.
Anyway, I feel as though I’ve finished saying what I can say, but I’ve still a bit of words to write out and get to the end which is most unfortunate, so I guess this is all filler, though of course it is no less filler than anything else I write. Also no more filler than anything else I write. Oh well.
I guess that now I have to think of something witty or interesting to finish on, but right now I don’t have anything that I can use. Such is the way of things, but I guess that now that I’ve thought of the ending needing to be done, I can end this bit of writing with a few words, and perhaps a sentence that’s a little too long.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:15:57
My hand is holding up. It’s relatively okay and that’s okay.
Much better than this writing.
Doing NaNoWriMo again probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve had, but we’ll see as to how it all pans out.
Written at home.