More writing churning and once more I am racing as much as I can. Need to stretch the hands; have very little to do right now and if I do do it, then I’m gonna be screwed as I’ll have even less to do. I’ll have nothing, and if I have nothing I have no job to work for the day. Might be a good thing, but that’s not a concern right now. What is a concern is trying to get this done as quickly as I possibly can. I think. Or something.

So I can already see the words that I have churned out and there are a few. Is this a good thing? Is this a bad thing. Is this a thing that even matters? What matters? Matter is important, and so things mattering should also be considered important. But things that are important that matter are only here and there some of the time, and so that is something that needs to be accepted… some of the time. Not all of the time. You don’t want to be accepting whatever, whenever and wherever you go.

So I don’t know what I’m going on about and I’m hearing some music that is interesting, but has some of the most draining vocals I’ve ever heard. Constantly breathy, but it’s without a sense of passion or dynamics. Now vocals don’t need to be passionate, but these lack a lot of the feel that perhaps they should have. They feel expected, rather than warranted, if that makes sense. And it’s annoying as to how monotonous they are in comparison to what is happening with the music, and I don’t know as to how I will ever cope with this and woe is me and all of those other things.

However, it does annoy me as this could be so much better and it’s not. These vocals really are letting the music down which isn’t anything special, but is at least interesting. Is at least warranted and worth it and all of those other things that sound good to me, because I think there is something in the music, but it’s being held back.

Anyway, I’ve slowed right down and I don’t know if I can recover from this, but that’s okay. I’ll still have this done in under five minutes. That is, the minutes of five and that’s cool. I think that’s cool. It’s not cool; it’s not even noteworthy. I write better when I slow down, anyway. Or do I? I don’t know and I don’t care enough to know. That is life and that is my life and now it is your life, too. You’re living it and I’m on hiatus, or something. I’ll be back to reclaim my life at a later date, so you better treat it well. If you don’t, I’ll be upset and I don’t want to be upset. Not right now, anyway. Not when there’s sound to enjoy and lacking vocals to not enjoy.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:44:45

Tried to get under four minutes. Didn’t get there. Wrote a mess.

I wrote this ten days ago and it took that long to get to sharing, and I’ve been slipping behind but it’s been a good time. About to pick things back up, however.

Written at work.