Maybe This Is Harder. Then; I Thought:

Yes!

Of course it is!

I expected this to be a daily exercise in creativity; of having the time to sit down and compose a small taste of something interesting.

Instead - it truly is turning into just a journal of uninteresting daily activities (of course, who am I to say they are not interesting…).

Time is always a factor.

The idea that there are ‘hours’ hanging about, waiting to be employed at my whim, for writing - is beyond fantasy - it laps at the feet of insanity (as does that phrase.).

Wait.

What am I saying?

I’m saying, I did not schedule enough time for this writing and so there cannot be anything that requires creativity for that requires thought.

And this?

It’s just blather.

However.

Blather it may be - but it is mine.

And I ‘own’ it.

And therefore, I must take some sense of accomplishment from it, feeble though it may be.

That which I take?

Simply that I once again managed to write anything at all in the course, or at the end of the course, of a rather, busy day.

And for this - I win!

Yes!

And -

Yes, again!