I’ve got under five minutes to get this done before I go back to work and so I need to power through thigs. Probably a bad idea, but it is an idea and so I will go forward with it and hope for the best.

No phones will ring and I’ll just be able to get this done with a bit of ease and no grace whatsoever. It will be like sandpaper but there will be no satisfaction derived from this writing. There will be nothing derived from this writing and so I’ll just get on with it and get it done and all of those other things that come when I do the writing and hope for the best.

Maybe hoping for the best is the wrong way to go about this and really what I should be doing is expecting the best as that is what I am generating from all the banging on the keyboard that I do on a highly regular basis with some irregularity. I don’t know really, but sometimes I do hope that I will get there in the end.

Now that that is said, It think I should actually try and complete a sentence but I don’t know if I can. Already I feel the struggle coming on and the issue with the struggle is that it is hampering my ability to get this done. Maybe I need to stop struggling and start doing and start letting the words run more free than I do. Maybe they need to come out in the order that they want to and my continuing in this manner is preventing anything happening in a way that is conducive to the art of writing.

I don’t really know, but this is what I am guessing and this is what I am making up, so therefore it must have some truth in it, or something. Maybe. There is yet to be a time when I found out.

There will be a time later when I think back on this and wonder why I even thought it would be worthwhile getting anywhere near the idea of sharing, but perhaps that is something that I need to deal with later and not right now. Right now I just need to see this through to the end and then once I have done that I can get on with my life. That said, perhaps there is something else that I need to consider before that even happens and so… I don’t know where I’m going with all of this.

I feel lost in a way that I probably shouldn’t, but it is of my own doing really and now I need to find a way to navigate out of all of this and then once I have done that, truly I can set my course for wherever I need to go for the rest of the day. Until then, however, it’s all just a big mess with no cleaning that comes forward.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:42:48

This is pretty messy. I think I was too focused on trying to bang something out before my break ended which harmed the writing overall.

Written at home.