It’s only the third day of November and already I’m struggling. Doing into NaNoWriMo was not the best idea that I’ve had, but it’s seldom the best idea I’ve had and so I keep on doing it because… well, I don’t know.
I have an idea and I’m working on it, but it really is taking me out this year. Only three days in and already I’m feeling like throwing in the towel. I can do better than this. I can go further. I can write harder.
It’s a cold morning and I’m tired and all those things, but there still remains a long day ahead and so I need to make sure I take advantage of the time I’m afforded. If I do not do that, then I’ll lose the day. I need to make sure that I do take advantage as this is a day that needs to be full of writing. I need to get on top of everything and write away, and then once I’ve done that I need to write some more. There will be so much writing that my writing will write words without prompt and then there will be a grand mess of tangles and knots and a series of other things that involve tangles and knots, and then it will all go somewhere from there.
Where it will go, I cannot say, but perhaps what will come forward is a rich tapestry of words forming imagery and that imagery will reveal something that was yet to be revealed due to a series of events not yet happening in the order that they were meant to happen. As such I can say that somehow I will be a secret genius.
From here I will go on and reinvent things that I didn’t think were possible and my secrets will remain a mystery. There will be a need for the enigmatic surrounding me at all times as in this unknowing people will be drawn to my genius and somehow I will become even more genius.
So anyway, I need to stop daydreaming and get on with the things. If I chip away at what I need to do then I will get a fair bit done and if I get a fair bit done I can relax this evening. There always is a strong desire for relaxing and so relaxing is what I need to do more of, but before all of that I need to get busy and start connecting the words together. I need to work out how the letters all fit and why they fit and where they fit and then I will create my tapestry of pointlessness, but it will appear as something deep more than it will appear meaningless, thus leading to a series of deceptions among a pageantry of trickery and all will not realise, and maybe I’ll refuse to reveal anything. After all, even if something is meaningless it can still mean something to someone out there.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:33:29
Rough start. Gradually became something far too long and far too rambling, but I like the result.
Written at home.