So a couple of dead days but otherwise I’ve kept on going. Hoping I can get another review or two done this week. Hoping to keep up the momentum.

What has happened? Usually my bursts don’t last this long. Am I… improving?

No. Impossible.

But it’s another day like any other another day, and the sun is out and it’s all sorts of cold, but it’s a nice cold. It’s a nice day. It’s a day to walk in the dark and try and get places, and I did over two buses, and maybe it’ll be another day of that tomorrow too. Maybe it’ll keep on going, and that would be fancy, or not.

It’s a day to get stuff done, and boy golly am I looking forward to getting stuff done. A few rambles, a few rants, and maybe some words. Some words that make sense. The right ones to find among all the rubbish. The wrong ones to include so everything gets cluttered and obscured, and soon it’ll all reveal itself as it normally does, or something.

I need to take a bunch of photos and I’ll be taking them this afternoon. They’re going to be for something happening in a few days and I’ve tried to get some and they haven’t turned out, so I need to work out the how of how to take these, because I’ve no idea. Actually, I do have an idea, but I don’t know how to go about doing it… except I probably know more than I think I do and it just spirals out and away from the main point of this.

It’s a good day to be moving and perhaps it’s a good day to be working, but I’d rather be on the move. I’d rather not be stationary. I’d rather keep driving and “look” for myself, or “search deep” within. You know, those sorts of things. Things that I don’t need to do, but strongly desire to to.

Also keep on writing. Definitely a good day to keep on writing. Churn out those words, write in a blank book, find where all the threads lie and if they can be tied back together, or if it is far too late for that kind of thing. A lot of searching and working out and driving and feeling some sort of ennui creep into my life, though it was not there and really I was finally in a position for success and didn’t like it as it was not the success I wanted, which to be fair, I get that, but at the same time, not acceptable in the slightest.

But here I am at work and I’m going to get through the day. I’m going to find all the points that matter and, hopefully, I’ll connect them together and that will be that, and life will go on and I’ll head on home and take those photos that I need to take, and it’ll lead into a pleasant evening.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:53:68

Good speed and the writing was okay. Would’ve preferred an exploration on the idea of not hitting writer’s block and being surprised, but that’s not how it turned out.

Written at work.