I’m a little bit bored this evening, so I have been playing on my laptop organising my ebooks using Calibre. Although this pleases my OCD tendencies, it can get a little mind numbing looking up isbn numbers and formatting ebooks to work on my iPhone (I use Stanza to read in bed so James can have the lights off).
Anyway, as I was a little bit bored, I got quite interested when I saw Hayley’s blog post about a Write or Die challenge she got from her friend on facebook – to write 1000 words in 15 minutes. Write or Die is basically a site that counts down time for you as you type, and counts your words. It actually deletes words if you stop too long to think.. EVIL.
Here is my effort, in all it’s unedited, copy & pasted glory:
Well, here we go. I’m mostly doing this because I want to see if I can beat Hayley… the idea is that you have to write 1000 words in 15 minutes. I’m not sure I can do it, frankly, but I thought I’d give it a go. James just looked over my shoulder to see why I suddenly started typing frantically and suggested that I write short words, but I reckon I would just end up writing a load of jibberish if I tried that. Not that I’m going to anyway.
At the moment, we’re watching the Children in Need concert that Gary Barlow organised. I can’t help but draw the following observations from this:
1. Gary Barlow has weird eyebrows
2. Paul McCartney’s face is melting
3. Leona still has a massive nose, but at least she has big boobs to go with it now
4. Snow Patrol are incredibly depressingOh dear. It has been entertaining, honest! Cheryl Cole was really good, at least! I love the dancing. Lily Allen was very enjoyable too.
So, lately, I’ve become a bit addicited to reading historical novels. I blame my mum, she gave me a carrier bag of Julia Quinn novels – so I started reading those, and now I’ve read all of Julia’s books & moved on to Eloisa James instead. I dunno what I’ll move on to once I’m done with those!
I don’t think I’m going to make this target you know, because so far I’ve only written 243 words and I still have 10 minutes to go. By now, you’d hope that I’d have reached 500, surely. Simply maths. Anyone could tell you that.
I still haven’t blogged about Ireland, but I can’t be bothered to do that as part of this, because I have to spell the place names right, and I certainly can’t do that without referring to google maps. Last weekend my sister came to visit us, maybe I should talk about that instead. She came down on Saturday, and we went over to Ruth’s house to let the dogs out and play with the puppies. My sister took a really cute photo of one of them playing with a leaf, I must try and rob it off her to give to Ruth. After we were done with the dogs, we came back to the house & gave Jennie the grand tour of the house (actually, we did that before we left to go to Ruths)… Hmm, what else happened? Oh yes, they looked at our wedding album, and critiqued it for us – lovely, my sister telling me what needs to be done to ‘fix’ my £500 wedding album that I love, thank you very much. But I shouldn’t be too sarcastic, because I’m planning to put this on my blog. We stopped by co-op to buy some food on the way back from Ruth’s, and Jennie and Andrew bought us a Toffee Pavlova for pudding, so she is totally forgiven anyway. I cooked a very nice roast chicken, even if I do say so myself! It was very tasty. I do a good roast, even if I can’t do other things. For example, my cakes are shockingly bad. They often resemble biscuits rather than cakes. No air, you see. God knows why!
Right now, the dog is trying to get my attention, which is a little distracting actually! Bad dog. She’s a good dog really, even if she does eat anything we leave around by accident. Recently she’s taken to waiting for me by the bottom of the stairs at 5 o’clock, very cute – she spends most the day sleeping on our bed, I think. That’s a funny story actually, before we moved house (when we lived in the flat), Homily never used to be able to climb onto our bed without the aid of a box we left at the foot of the bed for her. And then we moved and, although it was the same bed.. she could suddenly jump on with no fussing whatsoever! Oh dear. Strange, stupid dog. Much easier for us though, no inconvenient box laying around at the bottom of the bed.
Hmm, I don’t think I’m going to bee tHayley at this somehow. 700 words with only 1 and a half minites left, and the typos are starting to flood in with abandon. That didn’t really make much sense really. Oh well, I don’t think it really needs to.
So, who’s looking forward to Christmas? i know I am, hehe. I’m a big big Christmas fan. Hey, that’s an idea. What if I just emphasise how big of a fan I am. A big ig big big big big big big big Christmas fan. Nope, still not going to work, 5 seconds left and I’m failing.
So, there you go – 791 words. Failed miserably. Not surprising though, as I can’t type at 66 wpm.. I usually average about 55 to 60, but that’s when I actually know what I’m typing! Making it up on the spot reduced this to about 53, which isn’t too bad.
Oh well, even if I didn’t beat Hayley, at least I beat her mate Tim.
