And so the spectre of illness rears its ugly head once more. Going to take advantage of this, however, and try to power through things as I don’t want to have another slow and dragging week full of postponement and procrastination. Therefore I will start this bit of writing with some rambling and then it will end with some more rambling. From there I will do some other things and there will be more posting than necessary.

It’s time for the churning, as they say.

Now I’m not churning butter but rather churning crap out as there is a lot of crap that I need to put out before I can say that there has been some success. I should work more on this worldbuilding thing that I’m working on but I’m going to do other things instead. That will come a bit later. Maybe there will be some more rough drafting related to it coming soon. Maybe. Who knows?

Well, I guess I do and my saying that probably implies something but I don’t want to imply when I can deny, or something.

So anyway I sit here and not there and there are clouds outside and I am inside and the world outside my window is more developed than it is natural and so I think about things and I especially think about how much my fingers hurt as I’ve been practising bass quite a fair bit over the last two days. I need to so I can get back to playing gigs and making music and all that stuff and so I’ve been practising a great deal more than I usually would.

Also need to so as to keep the flexibility and strength in my wrists so as to overcome their being damaged so I keep playing on and on. However, for now I have stopped as the fingers need to rest. They need time to harden and I don’t want to be bleeding all over the place.

I think about that and I think about how I need to do a lot more practise and so that is what I am doing, but what I should be doing is resting due to the whole being ill, but sometimes stubbornness wins out and so I keep on doing the things I should not be doing.

I wonder how many people out there push through illness and don’t take the time to look after themselves. Surely I am not alone here as there are quite a few people out there, and I wonder how many of us are being stubborn and foolish. I know I am so I know there is at least one, but even in knowing this I still refuse to rest for there are things that I need to do and doing those things keeps me going. Still, if I rest I could keep going later so maybe I should rest.

Well, with that being said I think I will rest, albeit a bit later.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:58:65

This almost veered into completely talking about making music and perhaps it should have, but alas, it did not.

Written at home.