Here we are. It is the morning and I am here and I am writing this and in writing this I am doing something.
I was hoping for some fiction, but maybe that will come in a few hours. Right now it is the writing of this as this is what wants to come forward. Then perhaps there will be some fiction.
Maybe the fiction will be about towers, or maybe it will be about birds. Perhaps it will involve the ocean in some manner. There could be many a thing involved and all it takes is time and imagination, or something.
Well, I guess it also takes the mind to guide it all in a direction that makes sense, if indeed the goal is to make sense, which often it may or may not be, depending on how you view my attempts at making sense against my attempts that don’t make sense against my attempts at not making sense, if any of the attempts I’ve made involve intentional not making sense at all.
I think that some do.
In any event, right now is the grounding. This is the basis of the rest of the day and how the rest of the day will go. There is no congratulatory patting of the back right now as I’m yet to achieve much. I have not been awake for long and am writing this out rather slowly, and I am not looking to try and write something that speaks volumes about the state of things in a succinct manner. I’m also not looking to try and write something profound, or even vaguely profound. I’m just trying to get this out of the way so I can get other things out of the way. That is what I am trying to do at this present moment.
Now, whether I am successful in this endeavour or not is an entirely different story that I am not going to explore as then that would be going far too far within the writing to be something something and I don’t feel like doing it, so yeah. This is just surface. There is no deepness to this.
In a way that makes this writing a bit like dipping one’s toes into the shallow end of a pool. The deep end remains and it’s there, but right now I just want to ease myself into the day. I don’t want to go rushing into things as that would mean rushing into things, though maybe the rush is better than not rushing. I should think about this at some point in the future. Not right now as there is no time for thinking even though I am actively thinking these words as I am writing them.
I think I’ve gotten the idea and the point across, but maybe there is nothing to it at all and I’m just tootling my own horn, which probably isn’t that different from usual. Still, at least the foundation is now in place.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:90
Wrote this in the morning. Not sure why I didn’t put it up then.
Perhaps this bit of writing is too speculative.
Written at home.