Once more I am making an attempt at doing the thousand words under nine minutes and I have no idea as to how I can go about doing this, other than trying to write as quickly as possible and hoping for the best.
I don’t know as to why I keep on doing this. I don’t know as to why I keep on trying. I don’t think it is the best of ideas I’ve ever had. Somehow I keep going for it. Maybe it is just born out of desires. That is probably it.
Well, here we go, even though I’ve already started. I can already feel myself slowing down far more than I want to. My hands are cold and they’re really feeling the cold, but I will keep on trying as trying is the thing that I do and trying is what I will keep on doing until I succeed in this task. This task doesn’t really prove anything, but sometimes it is a fun thing in which I can engage.
There are less than eight minutes remaining at this point, and there is almost less than seven. There are less than twenty seconds to less than seven minutes to go, so therefore that is a thing of which I need to combat and try and find a way around in the hopes that I get to the end with the success that I so desperately crave.
Do I really crave it, or is that something that I just tell myself in order to keep the flow going? I do not know, for all I do is race on ahead and hope for the best. It’s a bit like driving without looking where you’re going., though far, far less dangerous, so there’s that. That is an analogy of sorts. Maybe it isn’t. I don’t know. I’m just writing whatever it is that I can right now and I’m getting dangerously close to running out of things of which I can write for this particular thing, whatever it is.
It is a bit of writing where I’m going through the motions and hoping for the best, though the best seems to have left me a while ago. My hands are still cold and they’re not warming up, but somehow I am still going ahead and racing onward and therefore I need to keep on going and trying to get to the end of all of this and perhaps, just perhaps I will be successful in my endeavour.
Still waiting for all of this to go off the rails but so far it feels like this has been relatively linear. I don’t knw if that is currently the case; I’m just caught up in the moment, but of course I hope and I continue to persevere against all odds, but there is no perseverance without some sort of resistance and I am my own resistance in this instance. That and the cold hands which are not my fault as I’ve done my best to make sure that they’re warm; it just happens to be cold in here, even though it is a little warmer outside. That is something of which I am not a fan, but you cope in whatever way that you can and so coping in whatever way that I can is indeed what it is that I am doing. Still hoping and still persevering.
Weren’t these meant to be under eight minutes? I can’t remember. However, I will continue onward and try to get u9nder nine minutes. I think that perhaps under eight minutes might be stretching it a little too much and I also have work soon and I don’t want to be puckered out for that, for there will be a lot of screaming of which I will have to deal with and having tired hands from racing forward a little too much won’t help as there will be a lot of typing that I need to do and all that other stuff. You get the idea.
Anyway, I nearly am there, I think, though perhaps I’m a little too far off to try and really work out what it is that I have done thus far and how far I have to go before I reach the limit.
Six minutes to go, though technically it is three minutes to go as the timer just hit the six-minute mark. I think I am nearly there, but I don’t really know as per reasons stated above.
Anyway, I think I can keep on going and keep on doing this. I think that I can get there, but this really is a bit of a struggle and I cannot stress enough as to how much this is hurting me. Of course I have no person to blame but myself, but of course I will keep on going and hope as I am a stubborn person this morning. I don’t want to work also, but the money is required and therefore there will be working in order to make a bit more coin and all that other stuff. Need to eat and need to earn a living so I continue to persist there too.
Now that that is said, I have to admit that I feel as though I am doing far worse than I had initially anticipated, but also I am nearly there. I keep on going and I am nearly there. I can see the end and hopefully it does not creep up on me too much. Hopefully I don’t go over the limit of which I have set myself.
Less than a minute to go now and the end really is nearly there. I can’t believe it. I might just make it. I might just get to the end of all of this and then I will have done what I set out do to. If I don’t make it, then I think that at least it was a good attempt and I’ll be satisfied.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 08:35:41
A real mess of a bit of writing, this one.
I do like how it provides an idea of how my thinking was during the process, though most of these do… so yeah.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 