Here I am sitting at home, sweating away whilst I write, for I have missed writing greatly and it is something that I’ve been trying to get around to do since I last wrote something, but have continuously put off for various reasons that are not worth getting into here, as they are probably not good enough (it mostly boils down to procrastination, but that is something I shall vehemently deny if I am accused).
Although it has not been very long at all, I do have to admit that it does feel like quite a long time since I last bashed away on my keyboard to try and knock out something that could be considered worthy of reading. Although, with that being said, almost everything is worth reading. Even the stuff that is not worth reading is still worth reading as you could still get something out of something that isn’t particularly good, just as you could get nothing out of something that is considered excellent.
So right now I am sitting here and writing the words that may or may not be read and I am (unsurprisingly) trying to work out what to write about, but that doesn’t really matter to me very much as right now I am writing purely because I missed writing for the few days that I did not come here and spit out something that may or may not be worth reading.
I am not a good writer, but I do enjoy writing quite a lot. I’m sure I’ve said that somewhere here before, but I feel the need to repeat it once more, as it somehow fits into the context of the text that is coming from my mind through electrical signals running through my body and into my fingers to produce the images of letters that form words that you are now reading.
Now I have nothing left to write about, but onward I shall continue, for there is desire to get to the end and then perhaps write some more, although what will happen after this is that I will share a photo (or photos) that I have recently taken for your enjoyment, which will then be followed by something else that will be written, although that may instead come tomorrow instead of tonight, as is the way of things that seem to have some sort of pattern (although there is no pattern to be followed [that I am aware of]).
I’m just really, really happy to be writing right now and there’s nothing else I can really say. There really is a lot of pleasure that I derive from writing, whether it’s something that I think about (that is not related to university), or something that I try to pull out in some form of attempt at letting things flow via stream-of-conscious rambling that seems to go nowhere, and yet nowhere at the same time.
Well, with all of that being said, I think I shall end this here.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:05:27
A decent speed, I think.
Well, that’s it for me (for now).
Written at home.