I haven’t done one of these in a while and it’s probably a good thing. Probably shouldn’t have decided to do another one again, but my wrist is feeling a little bit better at the moment and so I’m going to try and do this again.
It’s a tough thing, but I imagine that for some it is really easy. I don’t know why that is, but I do know as to why that is, but I’ll pretend I don’t as somehow that will make this writing more compelling.
I don’t know how people write so fast. I don’t know as to how they do it and I don’t know as to why they do it. I’m sure that there are a lot of reasons as to why and I’m merely ignorant of the ways that these things go. However, I should go on a journey to find out as to why.
On this journey here will be exploration of the adventurous type and there will be the asking of questions. There will be learning and there will be danger. Danger must be avoided and danger must be dealt with if it cannot be avoided. It needs to be known and understood so as to be able to better go on the journey and find out where everything lies and where it all leads to and all that other stuff that I won’t go into right now.
This will be a journey to find out as to why some people write so fast and why they keep writing so fast. Is it something that they feel compelled too? Is it something that they do due to the fun of it, or is it something they do due to sheer boredom taking over their lives so hard that they now need to reckon with a duplicate of themselves that manifested itself over an archipelago of deceit?
These are all questions that are better asked by people that are not me, but I will still ask them as that is what I am planning on doing. How I will ask these questions is another story entirely, however.
There is no telling as to how I will ask these question, but what there is is the knowledge that they may be asked in a hostile manner. that is the best way to get information and no one person can tell me otherwise. Maybe three people, but if there was one person I would not be swayed in my firm and strong belief of this fact, for it is now fact and no one can tell me otherwise.
What isn’t fact is that I will get lost on this journey. That is false information and whoever spreads it is telling lies of the most heinous level of lies that there is. One might consider that unbecoming of their character, but if they feel the need to, then I shall fight them wherever I may, for I never get lost and there is no one out there who can prove such a thing.
They can prove that they exist, however, and perhaps that means that other things can be proven and that is something that I want to avoid. I don’t want to be dealing with proof and a grounded reality. I want to float along and let this journey drag me by the ankles as I learn more and writing at an accelerated pace. That is what I want and I don’t want to be held back.
When the journey is done I can then collate everything and see how it all stacks up against itself, but I cannot do that if I am forced to grapple with the situation in a real way. If I cannot be in my imagination the whole time, then what will I do other than perhaps find out some real stuff and then grapple with that?
I don’t know and I don’t want to know. I just want to do that which I want to do and get on with it all and then from there I can go on with my life and live in the most imaginary and fantastic way possible.
where was I going with all of this?
So anyway, I’m writing quickly and I’m truing to get this done as quickly as I currently can, but alas, I am slowing down as my wrist is hurting and I need to exercise it more, but that is no excuse. Maybe there’s just no fuel in the tank and what it really is is that I’m rolling downhill, but soon that will level out and then what do I do? Where do I go from there? Once this slows all the way down and stops I can only get out and start walking at a vigorous pace, but maybe that will be too hard, or something. Maybe I’ll need to rethink the whole thing.
Maybe it would be better to just stay in the vehicle and hope for a gentle breeze that will somehow lead to the gradual, yet unexpected acceleration that Will; then help me finish all of this off. I think that would be good, but sometimes you can’t just hope for stuff and need to get out and do what you can to make things better so that then they’re all better and you’ve done what you can to make sure that they’re all better.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Is that evident? Is that obvious? I think so. What I do know, however, is that if I can’t get this done in under nine minutes, then at least I should have it done in under ten minutes and that still is a good effort. That still is something that I can be happy about, but I won’t be happy until I’ve done all that I can to make sure that I understand the speed of writing, unless I don’t, in which case… well, I will find out another time.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:53:58
I was hoping to get this written in less time, but joint pain and all that.
Written at home.