Usual don’t know what to write about crap and you know how all of that goes, so I’m not going to go on about it. Instead, I’m going to complain about one of my housemates and their usual showers that go for around forty minutes. Regularly. Frequently. Like clockwork.

It’s annoying and that’s all I have to say about it, really.

But I’ wondering if I will finish this before they finish their shower. Probably not. Yet to find out. Only one way and all that other stuff that sounds good when put into writing.

So I sit here and there aren’t many days left. A lot of writing to go, still. A lot of cleaning up to do. Can get it done, but probably won’t and now I’m kind of okay with that, to be honest. Getting there, getting through the things. Getting through it all, trying to think about other things. My mind is elsewhere right now and that’s not a good place to be. I’ll get there though. I’ll get through it all and I’ll get my say in and then that will be that, and I’ll move to wherever next. Whatever comes next is whatever is on my plate. Whatever is on my plate is actually quite a lot of writing about things and those things getting put down onto paper and then that paper going into the mail and that mail being found by the right people at the right time so it can be disposed of in the proper way. That’s the way it ways, or so they say along the way.

But I need to think about the next few hours. I want today to be bloated and it most certainly isn’t/ This is an issue as I’m trying to create more mess and more work, and if I don’t have the bloat here with me, or with you, then how am I creating enough mess? All I’ll have is a pleasant tidiness and that is most definitely not what I want.

I’m gonna be so burned out at the end of this all.

So now I need to think about things and how those things go here and there, and there and here, and I wonder as to when they will find a way to collide with each other and how they will do that and the other things that they will do, and now I have to wonder if I’m really saying anything at all. I mean, I know I am saying something, but I still want to actually say something rather than what I have been saying, which is very little. I want to find the right words at the right time and get it all said and done and then get on with my life. Still, plenty of things to do and places to be and other things to find along the way, and maybe, just maybe, I will get to the bottom of the nothingness that fills my heart with silence when the moon shines its greying light upon a vast ocean that reaches far deeper than I’ll ever know. It’s the way it goes and sometimes on Sundays the weather reveals where the real path into the depths lies, and realistically it;s all internal stuff anyway.

But of course that doesn’t really say much of anything at all. That’s just a bunch of words thrown together, and sure, they’re thrown together well enough, but that’s all that is. Nothing more, nothing less. The way it goes and the way it will be. And then there will be other things, too. So therefore… yeah.

I know I’ll be writing more crap after this, and I’m glad I’m actually getting started, but I already want to take it easy. I’ve been relaxing all afternoon, so I don’t think I can justify it, but I want to be able to justify it.

Housemate finished showering.

But I want to be lazy for the rest of the day, and to be honest I want to stop doing this now. But I’ve got a target and it’s not too far away, and I’m gonna hit it and then that will be that. Nothing more, nothing else. All good times, bad times, and I know I’ve had my share.

So for now I keep on racing forward. I keep racing to whatever lies into tomorrow, and I take my time and do what I can to get there in all the pieces that are known as one. I know that come tomorrow, I’ll be ramping things up considerably as I don’t have much of a choice, but I can get there. I’ve been through worse in my life. I’ve done a lot with my life and made the most of a lot of time. I can get to whatever lies ahead and whatever lies in tomorrow. I can do that without much issue, I hope. I really do hope.

Regardless of what happens, I’ll he here beavering away. I’ll be getting all the things caught up and tidy and that starts today, really. Well, it starts now as most of today is gone but I suppose that still constitutes today, but you know how these things go.

Soon I’ll be back on the road and I’ll be making my way around, through things, through places, through spaces… all of those things. I’ll be getting on with the getting on and on I will be getting on with the on getting, and then sometimes it will be the other way around. Or it won’t. Who knows?

So this has mostly been an exercise in gibberish, but that’s okay. It’s okay to write absolute shit sometimes, so long as you keep working on getting better with your writing. So long as you keep working on your craft. So long as you do that, you could very well be fine. Or you could not. There are many ways things could go, and it depends on approach.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:44:35

Much faster than the prior one. Not great writing, but still much faster and I’m happy about that.

Written at home.