Celts are the men that heaven made mad, For their battles are all merry and their songs are all sad. – Anon
Writing fast is still on my mind. To write 1000 words in 60 minutes requires typing about 17 words a minute.
This is what seventeen words look like if you decide to write that many in one minute.
I play mind games with myself. That doesn’t look like so many words, right? The problem, of course, is keeping up that pace for a full 60 minutes, and then doing it for another 60, and another. Or heck, just having something to say continuously, without a break, which is really, really, hard.
But I managed to get my act together yesterday and I wrote 10,000 words. Took me 15 hours, but still, I got the job done. And breaking it down like that helped me remain focused and unintimidated by the work I had to do. It even got to be fun, like a competition. And, of course, I took a lot of breaks. About 5 hours of them, once they accumulated. I’m not sure what I did with those 5 hours, though I’m sure it was very important.
Like watching Clive Owen, Ioan Gruffudd, and um, the other Knights of the Round Table in King Arthur. Men in armor. With swords and horses. Looking kind of dirty. Very nice. Inspiring, even.
On a side note, I remember being down around Tibet once, and driving through these villages where I kept seeing men who were tall and strong and about as handsome as any cover model in some magazine spread. Honest to God, they were riding horses and carrying whips. They were nomads! Herding cattle and horses! The last real cowboys on earth! Except, they were all covered in dirt! I mean, these dudes were filthy. But crikey! They looked so good dirty, I can’t imagine what they would have looked like all cleaned up.
Keeps the mind busy, oh yes it does.
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