Already feeling the pinch and that’s never a good sign. Need to start digging into my bag of ideas and see if there is anything I am yet to use. A bit behind, too. I was hoping to be much further ahead than I am now, but I’ve still plenty of writing to do and plenty of day left to do it in. And that’s awesome, at least.

Day is slow and day is productive, I think. There is work to do and it needs doing, and it’s already done, so I don’t know what else I can do from here. Twiddling my thumbs yet again and looking for things to write about and I’m struggling. However, I set out to do a thing and do the thing is what I intend to do.

Writing is a joy and a pain and all those things, and it is nothing. It provides nothing, and it provides everything. It looks to the stars and helps us realise things about ourselves, and then we go from there and explore and explore some more, and once we are done exploring we explore further, and then maybe we find something that might say something about our place in society, and that can be a good thing. Can be a bad thing, too, but I’m hoping a good thing in this instance!

But you know, this is how writing is, or is not. I’m just trying to say whatever at the moment and hoping for the best. If I do that, then surely I will be able to create the most poignant sandwich I’ve ever created. And that would be awesome. That would be great. I could have a sandwich that I could get behind, and who would say no to that?

You know, some people behold their creations and proceed to besmirch them when they are something that the person created at the peak of their ability. They don’t recognise the gradual decline of the quality of what they do, and so are ignorant to their own ability to grow and learn. And all that other junk. If you produced an awesome sandwich and didn’t recognise it for what it is, then who is the real fool? It isn’t me; I’m digging into that thing! And then I’m gonna appreciate it, and I’ll appreciate its existence, and I’ll get on with life after. The sandwich will be gone, but its memory and legend shall live on.

Now, if I were to create an awesome sandwich, then let me tell you, I’d be chuffed. I’d be over the moon. I’d be so over the moon that I’d build a ladder to go up to it so I can tell it that I’m over it, then I’d go over it and come back down. That’s how over the moon I’d be.

Now, would I be telling everyone how awesome the sandwich is? Yes, yes I would. However, I would be sure to tell them that, whilst I created it, I still have a lot to learn as that would be true. Maybe I don’t make a sandwich better than that one. Maybe that’s the peak of my prowess. However, I don’t think I could truly claim that I have reached the end of everything and have no need to continue creating. I would offer the sandwich and I would study it.

What does the sandwich say about me? What does it say about society? Who covets the sandwich? These are important questions to ask, and perhaps there can be no discernible answer. Does the sandwich still exist as a sandwich once broken down to its constituent elements? Well, no, but the idea of the sandwich still does. A sandwich that doesn’t exist is a sandwich yet to be. It’s a sandwich that just might.

And so once it is gone and digested, if it ever gets to that point, it’ll transform into other things and become a functioning element of society, though it already was so this didn’t need saying, really.

But enough about sandwiches! And who asked you, anyway? All I know is that they are there and not here, and I’ve a lot of bread on my time and hands on my constituent sandwich elements. There’s only so much dough one can bake and it isn’t going to be used for clobbering people. It must be used for sandwich-releated research and artistry, and the more it is used, the better the bread will be understood. Therefore, it is my quest to sand on, which I’ll then know how ultimate some of the awe shall be, and it will be an awesome journey, filled with some awe.

So anyway… things other than sandwiches. You know, I’ve never been a big fan of panettone. Sure, it exists. Sure, people eat it. Not my thing, though. Maybe if it were in sandwich form, I’d have a different view of the item. However, it is not and does not, and so therefore I don’t. I only have the current view of it that I have, and perhaps that is the way it should be. Perhaps I could work toward changing this, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to work on changing it as I quite like my life being free of panettone. Maybe some people find this vile and offensive. To them, I say “You are wrong”.

These people who keep trying to tell me that it’s the most amazing thing ever, they need to go take a hike. They need to go sniff some trees. They need to go look at some soil and understand the natural processes of the earth and all that other stuff. Take a deep breath and use their eyes, and then go home and think about the grave transgressions instead of getting all up in my face for a change. It’d be appreciated.

Maybe they should try eating an awesome sandwich sometime. Probably help them realise just how wrong they are.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 13:33:41

Once I reached the sandwich bit I think I hit a stride. Didn’t lead to good writing, but once more, fun writing.

Written at work.