Five-Hundred Word Challenge 934: Some Complaining

Once more I am writing in a state of not quite knowing as to how many words I am writing due to the word counter not operating as intended, and of course this issue vexes me more than anything else at the current moment.

I don’t want to claim that I feel as though as I am blind as that would be incredibly dramatic and also untrue, for I don’t feel as though I am blind. It’s a bit of an odd way to do things. I have to stop, save a draft, then see how many words I am up to, then go from there and that is a bit frustrating, but it’s nothing that I cannot overcome. There are worse things out there to worry about and so this isn’t so bad. Still, I am going to whinge and dig in my heels and all of that other stuff as that is what I want to do at the moment. I don’t want to be reasonable and just take this on and then go from there. I will sit here and start digging away with my heels and then complain and complain some more.

Once I am done with the complaining I will have a small breather. I will relax a little and catch my breath. Then, once I have done that I will return to complaining. It is complaining the whole way to wherever this will lead and therefore I will keep on doing it. There shall be no chance of abating. There shall be no respite other than the required respite that will allow for the continuation of delivering increasingly inane complaining about something that is a minor inconvenience. It is the only way forward and the only way forward is what I shall embrace, and how dare anyone tell me otherwise, for there is no other choice that I choose to entertain as I know completely that in my heart of hearts I don’t decide to go for another choice for various reasons and all that other stuff.

Well, now I’ve run out of that thing known as “steam” so I don’t know as to where to go from here, though I’m guessing that this is the break where I stop complaining for a moment, though truthfully I want the break to last as soon I will be running on empty again and I don’t want to have to try and stretch this out for longer than necessary. My complaint isn’t of something that is that bad and so I’m going to soon get ready to put my feet up and relax a little so that I can put my feet up and relax a little as I want to relax and some other stuff. I just want to take it easy.

Well, it looks like the break is over so now I have to get back to doing what I was doing before which was complaining about the word count not actively counting words.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:35:86

Not actually much complaining.

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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