Writing when you have no attention span orinterest in it

Obviously I do, it's impossible to do it dfbdfbzdfbasdfbszdb if you have no interest in it. Even the interest of forcing yourself to keep going counts, I think. It's really hard to focus when both are low, you hate the fact you misspelled the title and wonder desperately if you have the span(?) to sort it out, move etc., the whole article, that'd take ages, so will grammar. It sucks. You know what, the title's quirky, it counts as part of this article's appeal. I as you may have guessed have very little interest in this article, though it's starting to grow into me. Growing into a routine, repetitive typing, just banging out what thoughts come into my head. Water flows much easier out of a tap that's already turned on. There's no creativity in this, it's just the mundane drip drip of thoughts routinely manifesting themselves as words. Eventually I'll be forced to stop. Lack of material. But then I can use the beautiful trick of mocking this fact, it's like the damn lost my train of thought. When you commentate on your own failure, mostly as a writer here, it doesn't really make you smarter or better at it. Just good at covering up, the truth still lies beneath. I don't really know what I'm talking about but this routine's starting to kick in. I'm getting into it. YEEEHA! I've got a flow going. Oop paragraph.

That's nice, nice and easy to read when it's formatted well. It looks easier to read, makes focussing that little bit easier. I wonder how much of a subconscious effect it has on readability, the presentation. No doubt the content has to pull all the weight, but the presentation is what gets you looking in the first place. Unless of course it was written by THE, then you can just assume it will be good. Which to be fair, it always will be. I love that guy. This article doesn't really have a point yet. Better give it one.

I fell down. I lost my train of thought, I stopped thinking, the flow stopped, the river ran dry, the tap stopped dripping. All that can be heard now is the low hum of the electricity that you can only hear at night, when you sneak downstairs and no one and no thing is making a sound. It makes it so much harder to be subtle. Sleep is a clever seductive waste of time. As is this, I'm going for a walk. Ciao.

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