So I decided to bow out of NaNoWriMo this year and, let me tell you, the sense of relief is immense, though not overwhelming. Going in this year was a bad idea and sometimes you’ve got to realise those things and step away, blah blah blah.

But with that said, it’s great to feel as though I can now get a bit more done as there is a bit more that I need to do before the day ends and all that, but it’s just nice. It’s a relief. I will be doing it again next year, but I should’ve gone with what I felt earlier this year and not participated as it was just too much. At least now I can dig away at things and take my time and work on the things that I need to prioritise now, and… yeah.

So now I have all this spare time and with all of this spare time I know not what to do. Sure, I’m saying that I can now do all this stuff, but I don’t know if I will do all of this stuff. I think I might not and instead focus on things that I need not do and go from there. That would be better, somehow.

Instead of any of that, however, I’m just going to crap on about how I feel better now and then go lie down for a while as I need a bit of sleep and in needing sleep I’m gonna get the sleep I need and in getting the sleep I need I’m going to not actually get any sleep at all and instead just write a lengthy sentence that goes nowhere, other than from its beginning to its end, of course.

When all is said and done, I can just embrace a bit of time for a few minutes, though of course this will be follows by consuming the time at a rapid pace. Then again, maybe none of that will happen. Maybe nothing will happen.

Maybe my stopping of participating in NaNoWriMo this year was a bad idea.

How do I turn back time? How do I go on about reversing everything so I can go back to reliving my life in a state of additional unnecessary stress? How do I reverse everything and then get on with the getting on which mostly was me just sitting there, scratching my head and stressing out because I wasn’t able to drag myself through a thing that was not good for me to do, before forcing myself to go through the thing that I was not able to get through?

There are so many questions and there are no answers, but what I’m doing right now is just prolonging the inevitable and so… I don’t know what I’m crapping on about.

Anyway, to summarise, I feel relieved and it’s nice and I can get more things done now, and that’s good. Other than that, got nothing else I can say.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:52:98

I probably should’ve called this bit of writing “The Power of the Prattle”, but I didn’t and I won’t.

Clearly I couldn’t stretch things out in a pleasing manner here, but I tried. Didn’t quite get there, but I almost did, so yeah.

Written at home.