Writing whenever I’ve a queue of photos processing is never fun as there’s a sort of jerkiness that comes through, and of course that is due to how many resources my computer has to allocate to tasks at any given time. That aside, it’s not something I usually do. I think I may have once or twice before now, but otherwise I try to avoid it due to not wanting to have to deal with writing whilst my computer is busy processing photos.

I’m doing it now as I want to try and maximise my time. I don’t have long before work starts so I need to get a few things done before then and so now it is time for compression. Not a fun time but it is a time, as they say.

So now that that is out of the way I guess I can start talking about some other things but there isn’t anything coming to me at the moment. I’m not going to write about some sort of fantastic situation right now.

Oh, I was going to write about friendship.

So I had this idea where I was going to write about friendship as a way to work out some thoughts for a thing that’s in the very, very early stages of planning. Worried about planning and refining too much. Don’t want to lose the emotional content of the whole thing. Want to keep it feeling in the moment, as they say, but even so it’s still good to try and plan some things out and get some ideas down in some manner, so that was my plan this morning. Then started thinking about the having the thing being stale when it actually happens and… yeah.

So anyway, I’m not going to write about that this morning as I need to work out some other things first. There are a lot of things to work out and this is a set of some of those things and so there will be no writing about friendship this morning. Instead it’s just this lengthy ramble about how I was going to and then decided not to and maybe that’s the way it’s meant to be. Maybe I’m not meant to write about friendship on this morning of mornings and instead deal with the jerkiness of writing whilst my computer is processing photos. Perhaps that is the hand of fate playing its cards and now I’m out of a full house.

I will complete this task diligently. I will see it to completion in as least efficient a manner as possible and I will succeed somehow, but perhaps there is no success whatsoever to this. Perhaps all this is is a series of steps forward whilst success keeps galloping away.

Who knows.

On the plus side I get to do a bit of writing right now and that’s a good thing. Good way to warm up, but now I’m thinking I might have been better off writing about friendship.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:29:05

Not bad, not good. Somewhere in the middle.

In a way this feels like trying to work out an idea. Not so much the friendship bit, but something else. Unsure of what, however.

Written at home.