I think I might do my best writing when I don’t wait until the afternoon to do anything.

I don’t think I have much to base this on, but the pressure of trying to get things done before I have to go somewhere doesn’t always help and maybe it is putting more pressure on me than is necessary. I need to think about pointless pressure and necessary pressure and perhaps sometimes both are neither and neither are both and one is the other and so on and so forth. I need to think about this more often and not keep on waiting until there is little time to waste.

I think that sometimes writing faster may be hindering me more than it is enabling and I haven’t thought about this enough and so I need to think about this more often. If I do think about this more often then perhaps I will finally get somewhere rather than go nowhere. Of course there are other things to consider but I’m not considering those other things at the present moment as right now I need to get this done then get onto the next thing then get onto the thing after that as I’ve piled on far more today than I should have and I can only blame myself, though I’d rather remain blameless if that is indeed even possible.

I think that I need to wield the responsibility that I wield with an iron gentleness and if I don’t do that, then whop am I to truly say that I have control of the writing that comes out of my hands? Am I really able to truly say that I have mastered anything at all?

Yes, I’m doing the throwing things against the wall thing but it’s not going to be like that all day. Maybe later it will again but there will be a period between everything where that won’t happen and finally some sensibility will come through and this will all make sense; well, maybe not this, but when I say “this”, I mean this period of time which will be present all the time but in a later state is what I am referring to at the present moment.

Now that that is out of the way I can look out my window and marvel at how the sky appears. It seems reflective and maybe glassy in a sense, but that could also be me projecting onto what it is that I see out there and that too is something to consider. The sky exists and it can personify things but it can only personify the things that people put upon it; otherwise it is just the sky and has no metaphorical or symbolic meaning, though maybe it does and I’m just saying things that I don’t completely understand.

There are plenty of possibilities and of course some of them I won’t consider, but some of them I will and that’s something that I should probably consider.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:13:58

I need to get back to writing in the morning again as the results of doing so seem to work out better.

Written at home.