Wow. There really are more of these than I realised. So much for my new consistent habit. Clearly, I need to do what I was saying earlier and come up with a better plan to deal with those days when travel or other responsibilities make it more difficult to find the time and inclination to get on with writing something.
I do find this meaningful and pleasurable. This is time with myself, putting words down. One of the good things about that is the way they accumulate on the page. Each one is a small effort. The pressure applied to a sequence of keys to create a word. The fragment of recall needed to ensure the meaning and use makes sense in the context.
The slightly larger effort of considering whether I have used the word already and might wish to exchange it for another. Then over that, avoiding going too far and using new words which may not be the best fit simply as a result of a desire to avoid re-use, or to thwart Microsoft Word itself as it makes suggestions as to the word I am writing or the phrase I might be about to complete.
I am not sure why I would fight that. If Word can reduce the number of key strokes required to get something down on the page, ought I not be grateful and simply accept the recommendation and move on?
OK, I will try to do that a bit more. Let me see, perhaps I should reflect on what was happening on May 18?
Then again, perhaps not. One of the lessons I could try to teach myself is that diary style entries ought to be contemporaneous. If I want to write about what is happening and how I feel about it then I should do it then, or perhaps shortly after. Once more than a few days have passed then what I am really doing is describing how I feel now, rather than then.
Not quite what that sort of entry is for.
I have been here for a couple of hours now. There’s something positive in that. Although I wanted to just work through and crank out all of the required words in one epic blast I don’t think it is so terrible if I have stopped for a moment or two here and there, taking the Iceland delivery for example was hardly a heinous act, but I am still going. And now the end is in sight, with only a handful of entries requiring my attention before I am up to date and ready to write the five hundred words for today, which is the 31 May.
One of the things I made a sort of promise to myself about was to start some form of small business before the end of the month. It now is the last day of the month and so I need to examine this and either come through or come up with a sufficiently good reason for not coming through.
It’s not especially hard. The irritating experience with the carpenter who blocked me on Facebook after they posted saying they can make bin stores for people but didn’t want to share any information about the price for example.
I dropped them (him?) a message and he told me they are £490 including supply and fitting. I added a comment to his post with this price and he got upset saying this was not information they wanted to share as it would open him up to competition.
I wonder about this thinking, it seems small minded. How much business do you lose by not having a price. In a world where so many things do have prices. Having a price lets me decide whether what you are offering is worth my time or not and even if there are little extras later, gives me some sense of how much I am going to pay for the thing or service.
I wrote a reply saying something along these lines, only to find I couldn’t send it as the person had blocked me on Facebook. That was annoying and now I find I want to start a little business supplying and fitting these little sheds for wheelie bins. I could offer to pressure wash people’s bins too. Although that would require a much larger investment.
The things we do when irritated eh?