One Thousand Word Challenge 86: It’s Warm so I’m Rambling

It’s morning and it is all of that stuff and maybe today will be a scorcher. Do not know, do not care. Gotta do the work that gets me the money so I can put food on the table and pay my bills and keep a roof over my head and all of that other stuff that money helps with doing, though only sometimes and not always as it seems to be the case of, or something.

I think I may have overstepped on that sentence.

Anyway, yesterday I went for a walk and it was a nice walk. It wasn’t the best of walks that I have undertaken, but it sure was nice. It was through the city and I was among far too many people without masks, but once I got to The Royal Botanic Garden, it became much more open and thus I was around less people not wearing masks, which of course was a pleasant feeling. It was also nice to be among a lot of plants and birds.

The way back featured someone coughing freely whilst on the train. No covering of the mouth; no seeming concern or awareness. Nothing. That was fun. Sow as the overcrowding on the bus to go that last little bit of the way home. A lot of not mask wearing and seeming indifference to the situation we’re in. Oh well. Not much I can do about that other than keep on looking after myself and all of that other stuff.

So at this point I’m nearing the end of NaNoWriMo and still I am yet to come up with a coherent narrative, as is the way of things I suppose. It could be much worse, but I’m sitting here and I’m trying to write something but… yeah… probably not the best idea that I’ve had, to be honest. All this writing could be focused on other things, but sometimes that is the way that the things go and it is up to me to persevere and try to get to the end. It hasn’t been a total disaster, but it certainly has been a drain on my ability to come up with stuff, though to be fair my coming up with stuff is already pretty limited, but you take what you can get and you do the best with it; At least that is what I am trying to tell myself at the moment so I feel a little bit better about my writing prowess, or lack thereof.

AT the same time doing the event this year has helped trim some things down and get stuff out of the way so I can spend more time focused on writing about music and all that other stuff that I write about, so it’s not all bad. I’d like to believe that that is in fact a good thing as being able to narrow down on stuff and get more focus going is a good thing. Maybe I’m meant to write more and not less, but the more writing needs to be the getting rid of all the pointless stuff rattling about in the brain so the focus can come later. Perhaps somehow I can turn that pointless stuff into something coherent, so long as I practise and practise and practise some more. Need to make sure that I practise the right stuff, however. Don’t want to practise the wrong stuff and then cause issues later down the track. Would rather be a better writer and not a worse writer. Don’t know if being better will ever be something that I get to be, but maybe one day I will be able to pull it off. If I can, then I most certainly will be a happy camper, though of course I’m not camping and realistically I’m just sitting here writing away in the hopes that something good comes of it. Don’t know if it will, but the hope is there and hope is important, just as action also is important.

Anyway, now that I have that out of the way I think I don’t know what else there is that I can possibly say. I think I do need to discuss other things… well, I don’t, but to be more accurate I think there are other things that I want to say, but whether I say them or not is another story entirely. I need to do that getting ready for work thing that I do around this time of the day as soon I will be commencing work and work needs to be commenced, so that will be a thing that I do. Other things that I also need to do throughout today, but whether they get done or not is another story entirely. I do know that there will be a lot fo working and working will be something that comes in great quantities. Would rather work on other things, but that need for money to survive is unfortunately far greater than I would like.

Still, I get to do something now and that’s alright. It could be much worse. Could be better, but could be worse.

Somehow that felt like where this should end, and perhaps that really is where this bit of writing should have ended, but I’ve still got a bit of space, so instead of doing something worthwhile I’m just going to fill this bit with this lengthy sentence in the hopes that somehow it ends up making the whole bit of writing that I have written this morning better through recontextualising the detail and meaning inherent in the subset of words of which I have “carefully” chosen in order to convey the scenery and imagery of discussion and interpretation in a certain light so as to make sure that everything is put forward in a way that gets what I want to get across across to you in the way that I want what I want to get across to across to you.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:17:94

Rough time. Might be a few seconds off as I cleared the time without checking that I’d put it down. Had started work by that point, thought I’d put it down, but didn’t. Oh well.

This is mostly ho-hum, but I do like the final sentence.

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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