Monday, April 26, 2010

250 Words

In mid-March I joined a site called 750words.com.  The goal of the site is to write 750 words every day.  It doesn’t matter what you write, just that you get to 750 words.  The idea is that getting in the habit of writing every day will help improve your writing.  I’m currently on a 43 day streak and it’s been a great way for me to generate ideas.  In fact, it gave me this very idea I’m writing about.

A reasonable approximation of typing.
I’d like to try an experiment where I write 250 words and post them every Monday through May.  If we like it, I’ll keep going.  If we don’t like it, I’ll completely overreact and call your mother a whore.  These 250 words will be different from the 750 I do in the morning for 750words.com but they will be written in the same stream-of-consciousness-riff-off-the-top-of-my-head style.  No editing.  The only difference is that I can go over 750 words at 750words.com, but here I will stop at 250 words even if it’s in the middle of a sentence.  Get ready.  The first 250 words start now.


I have a problem with my condo.  The whole thing shares the same air.  The air that’s in the kitchen is the air that’s in the living room is the air that’s in the bedroom is the air that’s in the office.  Usually that’s not much of a problem as I’m not too picky about the air I breathe but it becomes an issue when I make something for dinner that has a distinct smell.  Today I made some spicy chicken breasts on the George Foreman grill.  Now all the air in my condo smells like spicy chicken breasts.  That may sound tantalizing — and it did when I was cooking and eating them — but now that the smell has lingered for a while, I’m quite done smelling spicy chicken breasts.  That’s not even my biggest concern.  My biggest concern is that the air that’s in the bedroom is also the air that’s in my closet.  My clothes are in my closet and I’m worried that all of my clothes are going to smell like spicy chicken breasts.  I don’t want people at work to be all, “Hey, there goes spicy chicken breast guy.”  I share a medium sized office with another dude who will totally smell my spicy chicken breast shirt.  Not cool.  I need to figure out a better way to ventilate this place.  I even had our back door open the whole time I was cooking.  No luck.  Someone needs to make Febreze for air.  Wait, someone does

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