So I woke up early this morning, although that’s no different from usual. Decided I was going to write before going to work rather than attempt to write whilst at work, but in sitting here I’ve realised that I don’t know what to write about even though the whole point of this challenge is to get the stream-of-consciousness writing going rather than sit down with a subject at hand.
Now, I know that I don’t want to write about not knowing what to write about as I don’t feel like writing about that, but then again, I don’t know what to write about. Thus, I’m going to write about not knowing what to write about in order to avoid writing about not knowing what to write about.
Well, at least that is what I’m going to assume I’ll write about. At the end of the morning, I could end up writing about anything. The thing is, I don’t know what it is that I will indeed write about. There are so many avenues in which I could pursue and therefore I should try and pursue one of them, or something.
However, if I go down the wrong one, I may instead end up in a cul-de-sac. If it is a particularly long one, then it could be a while before I come back.
In any event I’d have to turn around and get out of that dingy place in order to go down another route and see even more of a dingy place. It would be the same dirty area. It would just be more expansive as it would lead to other possibilities, of course.
There are so many things to consider here. Why am I using lazy metaphors? That is one of the things that need to be considered. Are these even worthy for being considered metaphors?
Well, I sit here, drinking my COFFEE and beavering away. Probably waiting for something, but whatever that something is, I do not know.
Maybe I’m waiting for the inspiration to strike me, but then again maybe I’m just waiting until I feel it is the right time to get off of this couch and get ready.
Maybe I’m just waiting for a time when I can say that I’m going to go back to sleep instead of going to work. I do certainly wish that at times I had that kind of power, and to be fair, I always do. However, in this instance it is the wish to have that kind of power and not feel like I have to rethink budget due to the consequential reduction in pay for not going to work.
Well, I guess that I’ve made my point, or something. I know that I have made something. It’s not very pointed. Need to stop holding back on the ranting, I think. Probably been holding back a little too much.
Well, I am sure that somewhere down the track I’ll explore that possibility.
Either that, or I won’t.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:46:31
Well, this is the most productive I’ve been shortly after waking up in a while.
Wasn’t a good bit of text, but I think that for a while I should probably work toward doing more when I wake up. Maybe.
Written at home.