So one of my colleagues thinks that I cannot write all these words in under five minutes. My colleague is not aware of the length of time I’ve been doing this challenge of my own creation and so therefore he is going to be in a world of minor impressiveness, or something.
So anyway I think I can get it done and I’ve got nothing to go on and that’s my own problem, really, but I think I can get it done so long as I stick to the plan. That plan is to bang out as many words as possible in a small amount of time and I will get there so long as I keep my focus on the prize. The prize is the ending of this bit of writing and the opening of the door into the next world of writing, wherever that may lie.
So I think I can get there but in truth I have no idea. It is a lot of work and I need to go a lot faster than I already am, but perhaps if I try hard enough I will get there. So long as I try I can get there.
Already I am struggling to generate thoughts in a manner that gets me away from this little loop that I constantly ride, but I think if I can get off the loop then I will find myself on a road that leads to somewhere. There will be distance but I’ll walk away from the road as I’d rather go through the thicket. It is far less productive and far more destructive and I’ll get lost and then I’ll need to try and find my way back but I won’t be able to.
After going through the thicket for a little bit I’ll realise as to how foolish an idea that was. Then I’ll end up falling into a hole and in that hole will be a grand lake. I’ll be confused as it will throw off the perception of space, but there will be fish. I will have a rather cordial conversation with the fish and as I’m having that conversation there may or may not be a storm outside.
I’ll then realise and I’ll tell the fish that I have to go home. The fish, not understanding the human language, will approve of this decision and will bid me adieu. From there I’ll need to morph my legs into something better designed for going up a wall that has a lot of water and no traction and I’ll go up and then turn my legs back to normal and then after all of this I’ll just go back to the road.
The storm will have passed and that will be a good thing as I’d rather walk home in the dry and not in the wrt. Sometimes walking through the rain is fun, but in this particular instance it will not be, so yeah.
Anyway, that’s that little adventure.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:01:00
My colleague was still impressed.
However, I’m quite certain plenty of people could’ve done this in a much shorter time.
Written at home.