One Thousand Word Challenge 94: I Started Trying Something, Then Stopped

Alright, so I’m doing this thing again and to be honest I don’t really know as to why. It is not a good idea and I’ll likely drop the ball again, but we’ll see what happens. We’ll always see what happens. Nothing is new there. Nothing has changed. The only thing that is making it more difficult at the moment is this keyboard, but I’ll work with the limitations and see what happens. Maybe I’ll get there. I don’t know yet.

So anyway, it is a nice morning. Bit warmer than I would like, but it is nice. Need to water the plants sooner rather than later. Need to water them this morning, full stop.

Three minutes to go and already I am slowing down and that is not good, but I can pick it all up and hope that somehow this all works out and then I get to the end and all is celebrated and I think I can do that, or something. I think I can indeed get there, so long as I use smaller rather than larger words. If I do that, then surely there will be some form of success of which I will be able to revel in and then I will get there and all will be celebrated and victorious is how I will be, or something. I don’t know what I’m going on about here, but…yeah.

Two minutes and I am flying as much as I can and really the pain is coming in and this is not a good idea at all, but perhaps It is a good idea as it is good practise for when I get better at going faster or something. That is what I have to tell myself in order to make myself feel better about the whole thing, but it really does hurt and this is an experience that I would not recommend any person undertake if they have wrist damage of some sort as it really does hurt. Full of repetition too, which does not help matters in the slightest, but sometimes that is the way things go.

Less than a minute now and I am still racing and hoping that I somehow get there, but maybe I won’t and once more I have to accept that that is fine. Still, had a bit of fun and enjoying the challenge of hurting myself whilst trying to go faster than I have before. Nearly done, nearly there and soon will be at the end of it all and now is the final stretch and I just keep on going and hope that somehow I can do it and later on I will attempt it again if I fail here, so it ‘s not all bad, but it really is not all good and that is part of then problem of which I am experiencing.

Can only keep on trying and just past the mark of the fourth minute, but now I can relax a little and hopefully twist this into something else at this point as now that I’ve done well for time, I can keep on going and try to make this longer somehow.

I don’t want to read over what I just wrote. It is all full of stuff that is just me expressing what I am going through as I am going through it and that makes for some rather ho-hum reading, if that makes sense. Still, now I can relax a little more and take this in another direction and taking this in another direction is a good idea, I think. I think that, seeing as I’ve come this far I may as well try and twist this all around and turn it into something else, but I don’t know if I have the skill or acumen to do so, but of course I will need to see first. Maybe I do and maybe everything will be fine and you will see this writing suddenly become some sort of great expression far beyond what I thought was possible. That would be nice and desirable, but of course I don’t know if that is even possible. Still, I think I am doing well thus far and so I shall keep on going and hope that somehow something comes of this without my needing to do much to make it so, as the easy path is better, or something.

Anyway, all of this seems like a bit of a stretch at this point, but I’m relaxing a little and the pain is leaving my hand and that is a good thing, I think, so in that regard I’m doing well. I’m doing fine and all is a little better and I shall just keep on pushing forward and relax more and then get ready for the work thing soon and thus take a bit of the pressure off of my shoulders. Still need to water the plants, however. They required that desired sustenance and I am the one person able to provide it to them as I am the only one awake in the house so I need to do it before the sun warms things up a little too much.

Anyway, now that I’ve said all of that I guess that I should think about what I am doing at the moment and think of how to make sure that I can get these written faster if that is what I so desire. I really should be pushing for more quality as these are rather loose and sloppy, but that can come at some later stage. Right now it’s all about different things and those things are things I shall continue to do, or something. I don’t know what I’m talking about, really, but I do try sometimes and I am trying to create something, but of course we’ll see how it all comes about at the end of the day.

Maybe it will move completely away from banal thoughts expressing very little.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:25:43

So this was always going to be a mess regardless of how long I made it, which is consistent with most of my writing, so… yeah.

Wrote this this morning, but had to attend to work before I could post.

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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