Trying to get under nine minutes again as though that kind of crab is gong to fly for content of the quality variety, though of course quality is a varying thing here, usually varying from bad to terrible but that’s okay as that is what we aim for here. By “we” I mean “I”.
So anyway, here I am. I am doing this again and to be honest I don’t have high hopes, but we’ll see what happens. We’ll see if I can get this written all in under nine minutes. I don’t have high hopes as it seems as though I have slowed down a bit more than I had expected over the past few weeks, but at the same time maybe I will pull this off and then get to the end and then I’ll be here and there and everywhere and I’ll have reached the mark of which I am aiming for. Maybe I can pull it off.
Of course I need to think of something that will be worth writing. Well, I don’t need to think of something that needs to be worth writing, but I need to tap into that stream-of0-consciousness writing that I so verily want to be able to do, but for some reason struggle so much with which might mean I’m not allowing for my thoughts to be unshackled enough. That is on me, of course. However, I will blame everyone else that I can as that makes it a lot easier for me to then avoid the art of responsibility and thus perform the art of denial and deflecting.
But then, where do I go from there? It seems as though what I’m really doing is digging a hole for myself and then jumping in the hole and then sealing the hole so that the hole is whole and no longer a hole, but more of a sealed area that could be seen as a receptacle for someone to be in as it was once a hole and the person then went into the hole and it no longer is a hole until the top is removed once more, though perhaps it always is a hole and I’m deluding myself into thinking that it no longer is a hole.
Of course, I am speaking in metaphorical terms, though perhaps it would be fun to dig a little hole and then make a small network 0of lengthy tunnels that seemingly lead nowhere as there would be no place that I can think of at the current moment that I would have them lead to, though in the future that might just change and the change might just be worth it depending on how you look at it, of course.
Now, I don’t know where I’m going with this but I am racing as much as I can at the present moment. Writing stuff like this does not help matter, but I persist and persisting is why I do so I will keep on with my persistence and hope that somehow I get to the end of all of this in one piece rather than multiple pieces. Don’t know if that will indeed be the case but there is always hope and I keep on hoping, but I need to keep on trying also. No point in having the hope if that hope is going nowhere, though now that I think about it there is generally always a point in having hope, so let us just something something and then get on with the proceedings and I am sure that that will help resolve the thing at hand, though really there is no thing that needs to be resolved at the presenting moment so I will just keep on rambling on and keep on going and of course keep on hoping.
So anyway, I was nearing the end of this and I realised that a lot of what I had written thus far was not worth reading. Of course this was not something that was different from usual. I thought about it all and then I realised that there was no going back and it was all too late so instead of removing the whole thing I kept on going and hoped that somehow this would all fix itself and lead to something far greater than I could ever imagine. The conclusion revealed that that was not the case, but it was worth a shot even though nothing was done at all. Such is the way of things and such is the way that it continued on.
At one point I started writing about how I was writing whilst writing and then the whole thing went off the rails once more in some sort of vivid display of grandeur and lemonade as it danced around the moon’s half mouth when it could no longer sing the signs of the marbled panels that it too could only know when it id not know what it was not to know whilst still knowing that somehow kettles fly perpendicular to the broom that launched them from their homes of cosiness and comfort and that was just how it all was and then it was to never be, but of course the honey still kept on being collected upon the anger of the delight’s fortitude when surrounded by backs only by looking for fronts and therefore I had no idea as to how tow rap this all up and realised that I need to work on my speed a bit more if I really want to reach the target of under nine minutes.
Of course I am not aiming for under ten minutes as that seems to be somewhat-easy for me to reach at this point, but under nine is a target that I want to try and achieve. Whether I do or not at some point in the future is yet to be seen, but perhaps it will happen sooner rather than later. Perhaps it will.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 09:49:24
I wrote this yesterday and am not sure as to why I waited until today to share it. Maybe it’s due to the writing being more over the place than usual.
Written at home.