Depends on the source of the text: from my head, it’s usually about 60-80 words per minute.
Not fast enough to retype my damn novel anytime soon.
Apparently a few characters per second faster than my brain works.
I think I slow-roasted my finger yesterday. The index finger on my left hand — the one that comes in useful for things I need to do on a fairly regular basis for work, such as typing and pressing elevator buttons — is very sore, numb, and doesn’t want to comply with even the simplest requests to do important things like bend or point at exciting or surprising things in the sky.
The reason for this is that I spent yesterday — that is, most of yesterday between the hours of ten and four — standing in a food pavilion tent in Hawrelak Park cooking approximately five hundred French crepes, and somewhere in all that cooking, between having my finger a few inches away from a propane flame, occasionally touching that metal part of the frying pan handle (that you’re not supposed to touch, I know!), and performing a whole variety of frying pan acrobatics — flipping, swirling, tilting, swishing, swashing, raising, shaking, and holding — said finger let me know via various aching and tingling sensations that it was taking the rest of the week off. Unfortunately, calling in sick with the excuse that “my finger is sore from cooking” probably wouldn’t fly… so… yeah.
Why, you ask, was I cooking French crepes in Hawrelak Park on my day off? I’m not French, you say. I’ve never cooked a crepe in my life, prior to yesterday, you remind me. I can’t even speak French, tu parles.
Unfortunately the story is not particularly crazy or nearly as interesting as the activity itself. My neighbor asked if I’d volunteer as they were short staffed for the Heritage Festival. That’s all. She poked her head out on her deck one day last weekend and asked me. So, I signed up and found my way down there and next thing you know: I’m cooking French crepes in Hawrelak Park on my day off. (Hey, I warned you it was not that exciting of a story.)
But my tale of finger woe? Now that’s a winner.
Since Karin now uses an iPhone to keep in the digital loop that is otherwise so lacking (read: blocked) at her new job, I get access to the new little toy on weekends. I’ve been tinkering a bit and downloading some of the basic apps. Nothing too obscure… yet. (Though, thank you WordPress app for this post… by the way.) That my Blackberry has a much more awesome and functional keyboard is where the competition ends, though. This phone definitely handles everything else much better. Never had a crash on the iPhone, but the berry crashes routinely. Epic fail for something that should be easing my mobile work life. But yeah…the on-screen keyboard is cool but fairly useless. I don’t think I’ll be doing much blogging from here. Too bad.
My baby sister is taking my place as volunteer extraordinaire and is basically Queen Organizer for the Relay For Life in Red Deer this year. How can you not respect that? I put my money where my my mouth is and gave her fifty bucks. It’s for a good cause, after all. Since I’m not able to get out and do these kinds of fund raisers this year, drop by her blog and give her five bucks or something.
Click here for her blog post.
Click here for a direct link to her donation page. (Search participant, first name: Sharyl)
To boot, I know I must have AT LEAST ten readers: so I challenge you all a collective matching donation. Comment your pledge, or email me if you want anonymous. If my readership (not counting my parents, wife and siblings ’cause you should already be dishing out some coin here anyhow) collectively hits at least a hundred bucks, I’ll toss in another $50. Deal?
PS. While you’re considering donating, here is some inspiration for typing in your credit card number.
Quick now. Go on. Fast like bumblebee. Three… two… one… Go!
With only a week until Christmas I find myself sitting at home working on side projects before the holidays consume me in full. Don’t get me wrong. I’m looking forward to the break, but I want to go into it with a clear mind so that means getting a few things off the ol’slate before this weekend. Inasmuch as that is possible, of course. Y’know, within reason.
I was coding tonight for about two hours (the real project) and the dog, hunkered down in the chair in the office was ripe fodder for, yes, another stupid time-lapse movie (the distraction project). Consider it something of a video blog. And yes, it would really be SO much easier typing more drivel (just like this). But instead I’ve gone to the trouble to gather and produce another weird installment of Sparkle-theatre, just for you, my loyal reader/watcher/consumer or whatever you happen to be calling yourself these days.
And I know you’re watching them, so don’t try and deny it.
This was recorded over a period of roughly ninety minutes, with one frame every fifteen seconds. She slept and stirred, and left a couple times to wander around. Eventually she came back and moved the blanket around the floor (normally not allowed, but it made for funny video) and then gave up. I got bored watching her for a while and moved her toy a bit, and later took further creative license with the thought bubbles. If I only knew what she was really thinking.
Might be the last one for a while. I’m running out of stupid ideas — and good ideas take too much effort. And I’ve got some work to do, too.
IMPORTED FROM OUR TRAVEL BLOG: Brad, Karin (and Ryan) Do Europe ‘06
Written by Karin
But not without some adventures and minus my suitcase!! The airline said I should have it by the end of today, but it hasn’t shown up yet. Keep your fingers crossed! Ryan and Brad keep laughing at me because I am having trouble typing on a German keyboard. Anyway more of Berlin to explore….
I’ve been tinkering with words a lot lately, spinning illusions out of nonsensical ideas.
I’ve been shaping concepts around patterns that make no sense, editing bits of style and grammar into the delicate whisps of their naked elements.
I’ve been venting my creative brain core with amusing pleasures of word and wit and whimsy, purging ideas into unfiltered data.
I’ve been listening to howling lyrics of random musics, bubbling codecs filtering ghosts from their shells as the soundtracks to my typing.
I’ve been conceptualizing experimental fictions with my keyboard, tapping out crystaline gems of fanciful mayhem.
I’ve been writing, without care or abandon or purpose, writing.
But only because we spent so much money last night.
One might wonder why there is the sudden upsurge of entries on these chilly December mornings. This being the shortest day of the year, I thought perhaps it might need to be the shortest entry, as well. No such luck. So why the sudden verbosity? Three reasons:
1) It’s pre-holiday. The office is dead. On any given day I’d spend a few minutes wandering and venting to my coworkers. They are few and far between. This is almost as good.
2) This is a primer. I’m due to spend the whole day writing articles for our newsletter. It’s what I’ve been doing for about two weeks now, as odd as that may seem… but with interuptions, and other tasks sewn inbetwixt, well… As a result, it helps to loosen up the typing fingers, grease the ol’ brain, and get that sass out of my system somewhere mildy constructive before I settle down and get serious for the day.
3) I’ve been writing too much about our house lately. And while that may amuse some of you, I’m sure it’s killing my ratings elsewhere. And believe me — they’re on thin ice already.
My blog has been noticably lacking lately. No surprise really: I’ve spent every spare moment (read: moments that I actually felt motivated to sit in front of a keyboard typing coherently) in the last few days working on ‘The Story’ — and thanks to a dozen and one distractions, I am uber-far-behind.
Das list of painful distractions (past, present, and future) that have (or may) encumber my ultimate word-count:
1 :: The parents. (Grumblegrumblegrumble thegovernment grumblegrumble) They arrived on the doorstep last weekend. The visit was great. But sorry: you make the list because you broke my concentration.
2 :: Toronto. Four days lacking any sort of connection with a keyboard. Is that even possible?
3 :: Space Moose. Or other variations on comic strips, comic book publishing, or courses and the homework associated with them.
4 :: Work. Eight hours a day plus two commuting. Is that ANY way to write a bestseller? Plus I’m like a job-magnet: people keep throwing work at me and I keep saying I’ll do it.
5 :: Revolutions. Or more specifically, The Matrix: Revolutions which was an excellent way to spend a date night out with the wife, unless of course you should have been at home WRITING A NOVEL.
6 :: Sleep. But that was a factor I had considered briefly before this all began.
However: No more excuses. My goal for the end of this weekend is a grandiose twenty-five thousand words. It’s possible. Don’t laugh. That’s only, like, fourty pages or something. Heck I just used up like 267 or something here, typing this pointless entry.
The dream has become a reality. In truth, much of the purpose behind our purchasing a laptop (as opposed to a desktop) computer — and probably similar holds true for other who do the same — was so that I could be portable, picking up my writing tool and wandering over to a caffeine bar to tippity-tap away. Last night, we found ourselves a little bored with sitting in out apartment, and decided to take the computer for a walk. Actually, we went to Starbuck’s, ordered a pair of pumpkin spice chai teas, and parked in a couple of comfy chairs whilst I pecked away on some story ideas and Karin continued with the adventures of Aragorn et al. That was nice. Social, yet completely not.