There are a few pages that I have open at the present moment as there are things that I need to do with said pages, but that that’s not happening tonight. It was a long day at work and it wasn’t due to work being busy but rather due to system failures preventing me from doing my job. Such is life.
So I’m tired. So what? What does it matter? It probably doesn’t matter at all. There are probably a lot of things that don’t matter. However, it’s left me feeling tired. Being tired has left me feeling tired.
I’m trying to think of things to say and empty platitudes to reach for, but I’ve got nothing. There is little running about here and so I don’t know what to do. Sure, I could rest. I could rest and take it easy but I have the urge to write and create and all those things and so… yeah. Not sure as to where I should go from here.
Really though I could just keep on writing and see where all the writing takes me. I could choose a door to walk through and then follow wherever that new space would lead. I could lie down and dream up an entire location filled with only vague notions. I could do a lot of things but I’ve not the drive nor the energy to do them. Such is the way of life when you’re needing rest.
Still, I refuse to choose rest. I refuse to choose it until I get a few more things done as tonight is not a night I want to leave with little done. I want to do things and I want to get them done. I want to create a world of low fantasy and I want to develop it into something grand, yet still small. I want to get on with getting on and craft stories and see where all leads and I want to do other things too, but this tiredness reigns supreme and I bow down to it at its throne. I have no choice for I am powerless to resist its alluring charm.
I don’t think any amount of coffee could save me from my need to rest right now and so I shall soon take note of what I am being told and rest, but I will still fight until that point for there is a need to keep on fighting on. There is a need to push through it and keep going, but that need is actually a desire and desire can crumble in the face of unstoppable might.
Maybe I can push through but then pushing through might really just be kicking the can down the road. That is something that I need to take into consideration and so I remain indecisive but slowly giving in and so I will continue on and give in at the same time. Somehow this will work out in some obvious manner.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:51:72
This one turned out alright. Could’ve been much worse so I’m feeling okay with the result.
Written at home.