So, today is day 88 of this writing challenge I’ve set for myself, which consists of posting 500 daily words on here. It’s cool that I’m very close to a hundred days, but I do have to admit that not everything has necessarily gone according to plan. Now, that doesn’t mean anything has actually gone wrong, just that things didn’t exactly go according to my original plan for this goal. When I decided to restart this writing experiment, I envisioned myself writing a continuous work of literature, which would be spread out over the course of many days, and posted on my blog. It wouldn’t be about any specific topic, since there would be no limit to its length, but it would essentially be like a never-ending book of ideas and thoughts, going in depth into some of the thoughts that have been on my mind throughout my life, as well as mostly philosophical ideas I think are important for people to at least consider. My intention was to write as much as I could, fluently flowing from one subject to the next, since they are all intertwined, in one way or another, in my mind. I would then divide my writing into segments of five hundred words, and I would post one part every day. The problem with this idea, of course, is that I gave myself absolutely no time to prepare. I barely had enough written for a couple of days, and I started dividing that up and posting right away, because the idea was so fresh and exciting. I thought I would be sure to find time to expand on the writing I had started, and I would always keep my writing quite a while ahead of my posting schedule. Unfortunately, as I have previously written about, the wave slowly faded, and soon I didn’t feel much inspiration to write anymore. I could still write, but it was becoming clear that I wasn’t writing as much as I needed to keep ahead of my daily posts. I was really excited to challenge myself with this, so I had no option but to start writing more, and that’s what I did. Since maybe about ten days into this goal I’ve just been writing five hundred words a day. Some days I feel a nice inspiration and I get a cool idea down. Some days I really don’t feel like writing anything, and I might wonder what the point of doing this even is. I always convince myself to keep going though, because although I know that, one on level, it truly is meaningless, on another level it has all the meaning I decide to give it. Life is weird that way, but I kind of like that about it. In the end, I kind of knew that this is how it would be. I like the waves that come and go because they make life interesting, but it can be weird when you feel so motivated to do certain things for moments in time, then in a week or a month or two you might become fascinated with something else. Anyway, I just have to ride it out, because, as I wrote in yesterday’s post, I’m pretty sure none of us have any idea of what normal really is, or if it really exists. Forget normal and be yourself. Just a letter to myself, but it’s probably not bad advice for most people.
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