Well, time to cash in one of my five day logs. I've intended to participate in the IRON NODER CHALLENGE for at least six months despite some serious reservations. I type slowly. It's a mix of proper touch typing and the hunt and peck method but I top out at around twenty five words per minute according to the last typing instruction program I used. And If that were the only problem I could still write pretty prolifically ... but it's not. I have a short attention span. Like really, quite short. Like 'I finish sentences on different subjects than they begin half the time' kind of short. This is why I didn't have anything to post on day one. Well that and I just bit off more than I could chew by trying to condense the first eight years of Bionicle's run into a comprehensible write-up. Between research, reminiscing, and actual writing I managed a scant seven hundred fifty words. All things considered that's actually pretty good for me but that just demonstrates where my limits are. Wait where was I going with this...?
Oh, right my short attention span. It really is a problem because so many of my drafts begin with a clear focus only to devolve into a pointless string of tangents and the only way to avoid this is to constantly check and see if each sentence is actually building toward the central thrust of the paragraph. I suspect that this is just one of those practice makes perfect things; except in my experience practice makes you better up to a point where you plateau and then no matter what you do you don't get any better. I'm really hoping I'm nowhere near that point.
All of that said I'm not worried. This is partly because it occurred to me pretty early in my life that worrying about something rarely effects the outcome in a positive manner and partly because I have a few write ups that I basically finished but never got around to publishing for whatever reason. Actually options are one thing that I have more than enough of and I'm hoping that the pressure will get me to the point where I can actually type for five minutes at a time before my brain decides to wander off.
RUST IS FOR THE WEAK