Doing a bit of the old racing as I’m waiting for a timer to go off as my food boils in this fine morning of mornings. I have nothing to write about; I have nothing to go off but today is already a busy day and so I’m shoving this in here before work starts as I want to get things done.

Sometimes I wonder why I keep on racing when I know I’ll be ending this blog soon enough. Sometimes I wonder if now is the right stopping point and it isn’t, even if I want to right now as there are still things I want to get out of the way and “achieve” before I call it a day. Of course it doesn’t mean I have to keep on going right now but I want to keep on going right now, even if I don’t want to, if that makes sense.

So now I’m writing about this but I’d much rather write about how I’ve got nothing to write about and that would be okay. That would be fine and so… yeah. So you get the idea.

Anyway, nothing to write about and I’m wondering as to where this will all go. I’m hoping I beat the timer that is waiting to go off. At this point I don’t think I will. I know I’m still early into this, but I have a suspicion that something will cause me to slow down and then that will be that and I’ll just have to keep on writing. I mean, I won’t have to, but the timer will go off and I’ll keep on writing anyway as the food won’t be too boiled anyway.

At what point am I up to right now? I think there is some sort of realisation and giving leeway to despair that I need to cover. After I’ve done that I can then put forward the idea of a rising up from whatever low I’ve sunk to and then when I’ve done that the future remains uncertain, but there is a confidence and you get the idea. However, I need to make sure I space it all out.

Alright, I think I’ve got it now. So yeah, I don’t know how I should approach the rest of this bit of writing and so I’m caught in a web of deceit and disdain for the self and all that other stuff. It is a bad place to be in. However, something is coming toward me and so I think I can see what it is. I think I know what it is. I think I can rise above this and keep on going.

There is a sense of hope that reaches out and now I see what it is that I should be covering. It was always there but I blinded myself to possibility and so now, in seeing this, I can step forward. I don’t know where it will take me, but I will continue.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:26:67

This one was fun in parts and annoying in others. I’m not sure why.

Written at home.