A bit of rain and now it is sunny and sunny is good, though not always. I enjoy the cold of the rain and hide from the heat of the sun, or something. I think.
I prefer it not being too warm. Too warm is something something and therefore I’ll whinge about it a bit and then get back to whatever it is that I’m doing as really, I can’t control the temperature but I can do my best to live with it and do my best to be better to the environment and all that other stuff, so there you go.
There I go too.
So anyway, it looks as though today will be warm and that’s fine. That’s okay as a warm day is not necessarily bad. What is bad is a day that is unusually warm. That is bad. However, it won’t matter too much as I’ll be home and inside and doing the things and all that other stuff. I’ll be here and I’ll be writing away, hoping for the great inspiration to strike. I do hope that it doesn’t strike too hard as I don’t want to be hurt, but sometimes that happens and so you make do and all that other stuff.
Already I am feeling stretched, but I can keep on going. I can get over this hill I’m building for myself. I might sit on top of the hill for a little while, but I can get over it. I can find that which I seek and in finding that which I seek I can reveal all the truths and the other things and then get to the bottom of the mysteries that lie under the hill. There probably aren’t any, but it’s a good excuse for an adventure and an excuse for an adventure is what I’m looking for right now. Maybe.
What I am actually looking for is a way to make all of this connect in a way that implies things making sense. However, I don’t necessarily want to lean too heavily on that as doing so would mean that I would be relying on one thing too much and that wouldn’t help with the process of spreading myself thin. I need to spread myself thin so I can be a fine spread that moves over the bread and carries the taste that people so readily crave.
What am I going on about?
So anyway, I think today is going to be good. It may be productive, but it should be good… I think. Of course it could be bad and that is something I need to consider. However, I don’t want to consider that as I want to bang away on the keyboard and pretend all is fine and dandy, and I will aggressively ignore all that challenges this exercise in delusion. I will do that and I will spread myself thin whilst constantly willing the best to exist whilst being struck by inspiration, but gently of course.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:35:97
This was written much earlier on in the day and I feel it’s pretty obvious that I was struggling with writing.
Written at home.