So I’m looking at what’s on the list of things to write about at the moment and there’s a few things to go still, and some in particular I’m sort of going “oh no” because they’ll take some time. They won’t take much time, of course, but they will take some time and I’m trying to get something finished before tomorrow. I’m really trying to get something finished before tomorrow, is what I should actually say, but let’s just stick to the smaller, slightly less dramatic version.

Of course I will write about those things on the list – they’re sitting as drafts and I want to get the queue cleared as soon as possible – but doing them right now when I’m working on this bit of writing that, thankfully (or rather, hopefully) won’t take too long to finish is a bad idea. Having them sit there isn’t too good either, though, so I’m caught between stages of a sort. I’m caught between wanting to go back and forcing myself to continue on, and it’s not easy, let me tell you.

Actually it is, but you know.

Still, this I can do. This is a warming of the up rather than the cooling of the down, and I don’t have to think too hard about whatever it is that I’m writing, but once more I’m writing about writing which is what I do most of the time anyway. There are other, better things to write about… or are there?

So writing is on my mind and now I’m talking about a thing that I’m working on and it has been in the works for a long, long time. It has taken a while to get to the point where I’m nearly ready to publish, and I didn’t even know it’d be an article when it first started. When I say ‘article’, I mean something I’m going to publish on Culture Eater and other places, including here. But it does very much feel like an article. An essay of sorts, though very much a personal one, even if it doesn’t feel personal, or much of anything beyond what it is, really. But there’s time to work that all out, so long as I make use of the time that I have. If I don’t do that, then.. yeah. Which means today is going to be a busy day.

Today is going to be one of sneaking and getting things sorted, and I’ll get them sorted, all right. I’ll get them all done and in the orders that some might consider correct, and then I don’t know.

I think I lost myself for a moment there. The thing is writing is getting in the way of writing, or rather the desire to finish the small things is getting in the way of the thing that is nearly done and I need to get that nearly done thing done, and then once it is done I can do the other bits that are waiting.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:12:14

Decent speed. Not sure if the writing is good. I think I tried to progress and didn’t quite.

Written at work.