November 22nd 2017
Today I was accidentally productive — I sat down to start writing this blog post an hour and a half ago, and this is the first sentence that I’ve completed. Back then, I didn’t really have anything to say, so I messed around on my computer for a bit, and ended up basically finishing the edit for the post-holiday video I made of mine and Alice’s trip to Rhodes in September (two months ago).
I kind of only started working on it so that I’d have something to write about, otherwise I was fully prepared to try and make 500 words out of the fact that I spilled coffee beans over my kitchen counter earlier.
I guess half past ten at night isn’t the ideal time to start working for the evening, but I’ve had coffee tonight (eventually, after hitherto mentioned spillage) so I’m still wide awake and it’s basically midnight.
I should probably be asleep, but I actually got a fair amount of work done, so I’m thankful for my duskful (not a word) burst of productivity.
Even now, after I’ve blagged my way through 90 minutes of video-editing to give myself something worth writing about, I’m struggling to fill my self-imposed word count. I’m struggling quite a lot lately, to be honest with you. I used to be able to get 500 words out of anything if I waffled on enough.
It’s hard to find the desire to now, but still I have to continue posting these updates every day. The blogs are becoming shorter, more repetitive and less interesting. But I have to continue posting them every day. Because that is the rule I set myself. And I break every single other rule I set myself, but not this one.
Until tomorrow, not this one.