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I've only got fifteen minutes.

I deeply identified with Erron's "Why I do it".  Like her I want my website to be an amazing collection of nothing but top quality articles, I want brilliant presentation, pictures sounds and videos.

I've only got ten minutes.

I believe this is what they call a cop out post, right?  I'm just typing something to type something.  I've got ideas for bigger and grander things but pretty soon I have to put on the shirt and suit I spent an hour ironing, tie a tie and go to a wedding.  I'm going to break my rule and have more than two drinks at dinner.  But not write something today?  Fail to feed the dragon?  That I don't want to do. I won’t be in the mood for writing after a long night of wedding enjoyment

seven minutes.

Seriously: that paragraph took me three minutes to write?  Chad and I had a wonderful visit yesterday and one topic that came up is how much time it takes to do all this.  Why do I want to do it?  Why does Liam want to spend all that time writing a novel.  Once you start calculating 50K~300K words divided by whatever your word count goal is (150? 500? 2000?), nevermind plotting, outlining, character development.  It takes huge chunks of your life.  Why do I want to do it too?

three minutes.

I’ve got to go get ready very soon.  When I was passionate, the quality of writing and presentation on Feelings of White rose to such staggering heights that I didn’t want to, y’know, sully such a beautiful website with crap posts.  Posts like this one.  My internal editor shut me down before I even started typing.  I don’t even have time to respond to the brilliant comments left on my last post.  I didn’t even think that was last good, and I stole lots of it, and look what happened.  I am weeks behind in reading what everyone else in this Summer Blog Challenge is writing about.  Because I’m making myself write instead.

zero minutes.

Shit, I’ve got more to say.  I don’t want to quit typing because now I’ve got points to make.  Creativity is like a plant, or a dragon.  I dunno, maybe both.  You’ve got to feed it every day.  If you do it grows huge and large and it’s capable of amazing things.  If you don’t it withers but it doesn’t ever die.  It can shrink so small you forget it’s there.  Afterwards you can always edit.  I went through years of my old website and picked the best.  But if you don’t type there’s nothing to edit

minus four minutes

Okay, now I’ve really got to go.  I’m glad my tie is pre-tied and Windows Live Writer makes it easy to wysywig blog (I was going to do a whole post on that once… but I dunno, would it live up to the lofty heights of my other entries).  Shit!  I forgot the upper-right banner. Okay added.

minus seven minutes

I just made “zero minutes” be big and bold, I gotta stop now.  Fuck! Jimbo out!

nine minutes past my deadline

I never was good with deadlines