Stupidity Hole

So once more I am writing, but this time I’m just doing it to see how quickly I can get this bit of writing written which is probably a bit of a waste of time at the moment, but I’ve some time to waste and so if I do this I can get back to wasting my time elsewhere. I don’t know what will happen, but then again I seldom know what will happen other than I will complete this bit of writing and then I will go onto the next bit of writing that I need to do, or something. It is such an enviable task, let me tell you.

Well, to be fair, often my writing in this manner is in part to see how quickly I can get the bit of writing, but right now this is one of those very singular desire ones that I happen to try and do from time to time. Right now I am aiming for under nine minutes. Hopefully closer to eight minutes. We’ll just have to see as to what happens.

The issue that I am having is that I am trying to work out as to how I can justify the length of this writing before it is even nearing completion and of course I am running into trouble. I am really not sure if I can get this done today. Maybe I can. Maybe I cannot. I really do not know. We’ll just have to see what happens, and so on and so forth.

However, I feel that, being this close to the end of the year, perhaps I should take it a little easier. I won’t, of course, but I feel as though I should. I feel entitled to a break, though whether I am or am not is another story entirely. Perhaps I am not and only letting myself believe that perhaps I am entitled to a break. Maybe I am never entitled to a break at all. Maybe there are other things that I should be thinking about at the present time. However, if I think about those things, then I would not be doing this and doing this is what I want to do at the present time, so doing it is indeed what I will do at the present moment as this is what I want to do, but perhaps with a little less repetition.

Just checked the timer and it appears as though I’m doing well for time. I hope that I am as I want to get this done sooner rather than later. The aim is to get this done sooner rather than later, but in just saying those terms there is little to explain what they mean other than in specific relation to each other. Perhaps I am referring to a difference of one second, but perhaps I am not. I don’t know myself, to be honest.

I guess that it would be evident based on my saying it a few times thus far (I think), that I know not what I am doing at the moment. However, I must admit that I know less of what I am doing at the moment than I usually do and perhaps that is a bit of a problem as it means that I’m proverbially twiddling my thumbs at the moment and that is something that I’d much prefer to avoid. There are better things for me to do than just sitting here and proverbially twiddling my thumbs whilst I hope that somehow all of this turns out well, but of course there are always better things for me to do over not doing anything, though sometimes doing nothing is alright. Not at the moment, however, for I am racing against myself once more and soon this will come to an end and there will be a result of which I will be able to display to all pf those who are interested in reading whatever the result may be, which will be the result of this writing where I am just wracking my brain in the hopes that somehow all of this turns out okay.

Realistically, I could have written the same word over and over and perhaps that would have provided some sort of entertainment. However, entertainment is not what I am looking to provide, though maybe I am. However, I’d rather provide engagement of some sort, even though that engagement is through a completely egotistical endeavour, despite what my intentions are. Such is the way that these things go and such is the way of things that go the way that things such as this thing goes. After all of the ones I have written, it is only fair to admit so much of whatever that is meant to admit.

Well, I think that I’ve managed to do well so far. Still doing well for time (I think), and still powering on. Only time will tell if I get this under nine minutes. Hopefully I do, but if I do not, well, at least I tried. I made it most of the way and making it most of the way is better than not going any of the way, though really there is a pretty solid argument in suggesting that I probably should not have done any of this at all. Oh well. It is now done and soon it will be uploaded and then I will move toward the next thing and then that will be the next thing that I do. However, I do need to wrap this all up first if I am indeed going to move toward something else that requires more of my attention rather than less.

With all of that being said, I guess I should close this off by making the ending sentence awkward, but instead of doing that I might just not and instead try to think of a witty few words that I can use that will summarise all of this.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:31:44

I didn’t make it and produced this lengthy mess, but still happy with the time.

I think that often what happens is I get faster, then get better at writing more coherently at a faster speed. There’s a sort of balance where the quality suffers for a bit, then improves until it reaches a somewhat-tolerable level, then suffers when I get faster again. I think.

Written at home.