One Thousand Word Challenge 127: Finally Under Nine Minutes

Alright so I’m going to attempt this again, just because I feel the drive to do so. I don’t know if I will be able to get to the end in the allotted time of which I have chosen, but perhaps I will. there is only one way to find out, however, and that is through the power of trying.

Maybe I will need a break in the middle somewhere, but who knows. Who knows how this will all go? I don’t know and I don’t imagine that anyone else will. We just have to see as to what will happen and how long it will take for me to get there.

Maybe I will make it, but maybe I won’t. Either way, what matters is that I try. I imagine that if I typed with all of my fingers, then it would be a lot easier to make sure that I could get this done in the time of which I have selected, but of course I don’t really know fi that is the case. What it requires is speed and patience and a few other things.

Sometimes I do wonder as to why I do these things. I don’t think that they are the best thing to do, but perhaps it does somehow bleed into some sort of creative pool of which I regularly draw from so as to be able to keep on pushing forward and producing the things that I do indeed produce, and on a regular basis too. Maybe that is why I do these things, but to be honest, right now I don’t know why.

I don’t want to feel that this is purely a test of skill, but maybe it is. Maybe it is nothing other than a way for me to find a way to boast about how fast I can type, but that doesn’t add much to anything and I don’t feel that that is the case. What I do feel is the case, however, is that right now this is hurting my hands and I haven’t gone too far and so I need to be at least a little careful and make sure that I don’t hurt myself too much.

Would probably be better with an ergonomic keyboard, but you work with what you have and all those other things, and so I shall continue on and hope that somehow I can get to the end of this i0n one piece. Would rather be in one piece than  multiple pieces, but you do what you do and you do it to the best of your ability and all those other things.

Maybe I am typing too loudly right now. That is possible and so I should try to be a little bit more quiet. However, that will not happen as right now I am racing and soon I will get to the end of all of this and then when I am at the end I will read over what it is that I have written and think to myself “wow, this is worse than usual”. However, I have made the bed today and therefore I shall lie in it, or something. Then I will remake it so it is more comfortable than before and then when that is done I can lie in it again and realise that it still remains uncomfortable.

Alright, now that that is all out of the way, I guess it is time to knuckle down and take this far more seriously than I normally would. I soon will be sweating and in that sweat I shall find the aura of existence that drivers me on and spurs me forward, but then again so long as I keep a steady bow toward the sun that refuses to set, I shall find my path glowing under the midnight stars that show the path ahead and taunt me in the most irritating of ways. I will find myself feeling irritable and I will find myself annoyed, but I will press on until I reach the ocean and there is where I will find my quarry, which just so happens to be the ocean itself. I will then go for a swim and it will be a pleasant day, but I cannot spend the whole day there, for there are other things that I will need to do at home and therefore I shall go on a journey that concludes the journey as the overall journey, rather than the journey that concludes the first half of the journey, though it certainly does that.

Now, where was I? I think I was going on about something and trying to make sure that this all makes sense, but I don’t think much of it does and so I will continue on what whatever it is that I am going on about, but I am nearly at the end of all of this and this is the final stretch, so I need to make sure that I can get there and I don’t think that I will ever do this again. Once is enough, but I have attempted this far too many times to claim that it has only been once and therefore this shall be the last time, unless I fail, in which case it then won’t be the last time that I do this, so therefore I am only creating this problem for myself.

Not the worst problem to have though.

So I think that I can do it and I think that I can get there, but now that I think about it, perhaps I should sabotage this and stretch it all out in the hopes that something changes, but even if there is not change, I should at the very least try and finish this off in the hopes that it is all done and I never have to worry about it again, but of course I will, but not today. There is always tomorrow for that.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 08:49:47

Well, I got there.
Maybe next time I will aim for under eight minutes, but right now I’m happy to not think about this for a while. Probably will think about it sooner rather than later, but sometimes that is the way that things go.

There’s probably too much repetition in this and I think that comes from trying to get under nine minutes rather than trying to write in a stream-of-consciousness manner.

Also makes for an awkward read.

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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