Alright, so it is the morning and I’ve had this open for a while and not done anything, so now is the time for me to start doing something and that something is once more a vetting of the words onto a screen for all to see and / or read, because of course it was going to be that.
Perhaps I should ruminate on this. I probably won’t, but perhaps I should. Perhaps it is something wroth spending the time and energy thinking about. Maybe I will do that at the end of the day, once I’ve put out however many things I will put out before the end of the day.
Of course this is speculative. I don’t know if I’ll remember to do so by the time the end of the day comes around, but it’s a nice thought to have, I think. It’s nice to think that I might just spend a good deal of time thinking deeply about this continual act of creation that goes nowhere other than around in a very small circle.
That circle now has worn itself well into the ground and I keep on following it as though there is no other choice. Still, it is familiar and there is comfort in familiarity. That isn’t the worst thing in the world. What is worse is my possible refusal to step away and start trying to go elsewhere. Could be worse I guess. At least you sometimes know what you’re going to get with these writings.
Maybe I need to be more surprising. Maybe I need to throw more things at the wall and see what happens. That isn’t always a good thing to do, of course, but perhaps in this instance it is.
What would be much better is warming up as it’s a little cold this morning and I’m feeling it and therefore I am suddenly changing what this writing is about to complain about being cold, even though I can quite easily fix my being cold. Rather do the complain than fix the issue as that way I get to have the best of both worlds, or something. I get to complain now and then I get to warm up after.
Either that or I could just not complain and get on with this, which seems like a much more productive endeavour.
So anyway, I’m questioning my writing and that’s okay as it is good to question yourself on the odd occasion, but I’m not going to do some serious thinking about it until later on in the day (assuming I remember, of course), but it’s cold and I want to complain as I want to complain about feeling cold even though I can easily resolve the issue, so… yeah. That sums it all for the time being.
Might have to see what the rest of the day brings first. Might be a long one, though might also be short. Not sure yet. Only a series of events will tell.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:93
Not great is how I’d refer to this.
I think I shifted a little too much.
Written at home.