I’ve one more in me, I think. One more to get me over a metaphorical finish line and in that crossing of the line I’m realising that I’m really stretching myself thin. My legs are still at the start, but at least my arms are nearing the finish. I don’t know if I will be able to make it, but I am trying and I am hoping.
You see, I’m still tired and doing all of this writing in one batch isn’t helping me out in the slightest. Still, I do it and I keep on pushing on for some reason. Rest is far more important, but writing is enjoyable. It doesn’t matter as to how bad the writing is; it remains enjoyable. Even when it is frustrating it remains as such.
Therefore, I continue. Despite my need to rest, I keep on banging on the keyboard and hope the words come out in a fashion that expresses expressing. Sure, I should rest, but I am here and I am doing this and I am having some sort of fun.
There is an art to writing and it’s not something that I often express as my writing is often messy, awkward and rough. It lacks polish. It lacks a certain something that helps it shine. Still, I persist. I keep on doing the thing that I keep on doing out of an enjoyment of writing.
Well, maybe there are times where I don’t enjoy writing, though maybe it would be more accurate to say that I don’t enjoy trying to translate thoughts into text. That probably would be more accurate to say and that would be due to it actually being more accurate to say. But anyway…
So I don’t know as to where I am going with this. I think I’ve said all that there is to be said on the topic, but I will continue to write this thing for a little bit longer as I want to. I want to write and finish it and then when it is finished, I will do some more writing, but that writing will come at a later date.
Well, there might be a bit more shortly after this, but I’ll worry about that later. Right now I need to do some posturing or something and then once I’ve done that I think I make some sort of statement, then leave as I celebrate another victory, but I don’t know as to what victory it is that I need to be celebrating.
I think it is the one where I celebrate the love of writing and admitting that is some sort of victory, but I certainly have stated it before… I think… and therefore it’s a bit more of a reaffirmation.
Anyway, in conclusion, writing is awesome. Writing allows for things to happen and in those things happening more things happen. Therefore, there should be more writing and not less, unless less is required, in which case there should be less.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:30:31
The easiest thing for me to write today, I feel.
Kind of a bad ramble, but that’s what should be expected here anyway.
Written at home.