One Thousand Word Challenge 144: Thursday Evening Ramble

Right now the word count is working and so I avoid issues with the word count, which of course makes me happy.

Entering about forty minutes of power and this is where I’m going to power through a bit of writing and try to get a few things done before rest time encroaches upon my existence. Now, I should have gotten these things done earlier on in the day, but alas, you don’t win them all and this is not one I have won, so therefore I’m doing this now and getting it out of the way and then once it is done I can move toward the next thing.

To be honest, I don’t feel as though making this whole chunk of writing about the doing of the things that are coming shortly a fruitful endeavour, but sometimes that is the way that these things go. That is the way that this will turn out and turn out this way it will. Probably should do other things though, by which I mean write about other things. However, that will come later. Right now it’s all about getting this thing done and then unearthing the giant monolithic mass that is my continued writing about things and chip away at that a little bit more, so to speak.

So I’m sitting here and I am doing the writing and I can only think about how I am doing the writing in a manner that expresses itself quite clearly as writing. Sure, there are other things out there that are worth writing about, and those things are significantly worth more than this, but this is what I am doing and doing this and then getting it out of the way is how I am going to proceed.

Somehow sometimes it feels like time slows down when writing under the kind of pressure a timer applies. I don’t know as to why this is the case, though I imagine that it has something to do with entering the zone and then being firmly in the zone and the moment, and experiencing it as such and then going through that for a while. Maybe that is why the sensation of time slowing down occurs. Of course I don’t quite know as I’ve never looked into it and also I don’t spend much time thinking about it, but I have an inkling that that is indeed the case.

However, right now I don’t have the time to think about  that. I need to think about this. I need to think about where this  bit of writing is going. I need to follow it through the valleys and over the hills. I need to watch it as it goes from the darkest night to the brightest day. The fields of stars that shine on down and mark the sky with the brightness will only come second to trying to find out where this bit of writing is going and where it is trying to lead me. I cannot assume. I can, however, guess and I can try and guess correctly, but there is a chance that I will never find out, and perhaps that is for the best. Perhaps it is better to not know these things. If that is indeed the case, then maybe I should just stop now and put this all down and then go home, even though I already am home.

I will follow this bit of writing back home, even though I am already there. Therefore, there is a chance that what I really mean is that the writing will come to where I am and it will try to work me out.

An interesting idea, but perhaps not the best one.

So anyway, I sit here and I continue to sit here and I try to knock this out. I need to get this done sooner rather than later, but I am also waiting for the writing to come over here so that I can complete it, but of course it already is here and what I’m really doing is hoping for something that is not actually a thing. However, it is a distraction and distraction is what I am here for. Maybe not right now and maybe not yesterday, but right now I am here and truthfully, I am ready to embrace distractions in all the various forms of which they come and find a way top perch themselves upon my shoulders and in front of my face.

I’m sure that I can resist so long as I actually bother to resist.

Anyway, now that that is out of the way I need to get to the part where I start wrapping this up. This bit of writing has gone on for far too long and I’m, sitting here, still tapping it out and hoping for the best, but the best won’t come as I’ve already gone far too long rambling on about things that don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Still,, I did it and now I present it and you’re reading it and you’re not reading all of the spelling mistakes I made as I’ve cleaned them up before this reached a point where it would be read; that’s how crafty I am.

That said, I guess I really should look at wrapping this up. However, I don’t know what the words are that I want to use in order to get the point across, but there is no point and so I don’t know as to what it is that I am currently worrying about. Well, I guess it’s nothing at all and that’s not too bad, all things considered. There are worse things out there and so I will worry about those instead. Then again, maybe I won’t. Maybe I won’t worry about anything and instead just take it easy for the rest of the evening. I guess I’ll find out soon though.

Then again, maybe I won’t. It’s too early to tell.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:20:40

This is a mess. There’s some focus throughout, but overall just a big mess.

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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