Quite potentially today is going to be a busy day. There are many things to do and work is a little quiet so I need to take advantage of the time of which I am currently afforded. Failing to do so will end in… disaster… or so they say.
Anyway, I think that I’m trying to create some sort of narrative this morning. I think. Do not know as of yet. Surprisingly I’m feeling awake and ready to tackle the world, but considering my size relative to the size of the world, that may prove to be a tricky endeavour. Need to aim a little lower for the time being, but there’s nothing wrong with dreaming or thinking big. Small goals first, then build up to something bigger.
I think that as I say this I might be fooling myself a little. Just looking for an introductory passage that likely will have nothing to do with how all of this bit of writing ends. That is what I want to believe at the moment, but considering that I’m writing freely and not really thinking about what I am writing at the moment, everything I am currently putting down has the possibility of having nothing to do with anything that follows it, or precedes it for that matter. We’ll just have to see how it all pans out.
Anyway, sometimes when you do plan things there still remains no connection. That’s fine; it’s fine to have things disconnected so long as they are done well. I’m not claiming that this will be a quality piece of writing; I’m just stating things that, now that I think about it, are quite obvious, so I don’t know as to why I am stating them. Maybe that helps to fill the void, or something. I don’t know; I just keep on going on, or something to similar effect.
Still got a bit of time to fill, though of course rather than create constant filler I’m looking to find some sort of meaning, though of course the writings remain inane and that’s also fine. It’s all done for the love of writing, though of course sometimes it is done for other reasons, but I won’t go into those at the present moment. Those can be explored in the future, when I write more about things that don’t matter, or do matter. Would rather write things that do matter than don’t, but of course so long as I continue on the path of which I am currently continuing, that might not happen. Need to veer into the shrubbery and go exploring. Slowly, but surely there will be something that reveals itself, though with each bit of writing something else reveals itself. It’s the way that it all goes sometimes and I’m fine with that. Would be fine if all the writing was brilliant, but then that probably would be something else entirely that I am unable to grasp with, so I’ll just settle with treading water.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:08:76
I’m not sure what the aim was for this one. Maybe it was to write bland stuff.
Still, the writing speed was good, I think.
Written at home.