Just Write Stuff

So... I'm setting myself a challenge.

Just write stuff.
Just write stuff, and post it.
Don't try to work on all of the essays and opinion pieces sitting around gathering figurative dust on my hard drive, don't even try to do anything 'organized'. Don't try to make any one thing.
Just  write  stuff.
Write stuff, and post it. Whatever comes to mind.
It doesn't have to really 'be' anything. (Yeah, sure...)

Whenever possible. Just some little thing.

It really frustrates me that this little post is so without context. There's so much behind it, and all of that is invisible. Invisible unless I somehow manage to translate it into something communicable. Most of the time, I don't have the energy or clarity of thought for that. My memory is a foggy mess, my ability to concentrate feels like a lost cause, and all of the mental jury-rigging that I have in order to compensate for it is now falling horrifyingly short, no matter what I do.

I really wanted this to somehow be something almost upbeat, but it seems I wasn't able to manage it. Again.

"Just some little thing." It's really not that simple, though.
Even so, I'm trying the best I can... and am deeply resolved (maybe 'immovable') to continue doing so.

This is humiliating. Why am I bothering to do this?
I guess my answer for myself is that even if I stumble around like this, getting caught and tripped up on all of these things, doing something is sometimes, importantly, better than doing nothing.