Today

Today is an Ian - sees - how - many - words - he - can - write - in - a - half - an - hour - day. Just like yesterday. In fact yesterday was also an Ian - sees - how - many - words - he - can - write - in - a - half - an - hour - day for my blag entry. In fact, because of the fact that Mom has factually declared it to be a fact that all of my (entirely factual) blag entries count for my novel word count, I am factually just writing a factual account of what it is like to factually attempt to do this is. (Can you tell it is a fact that it is November now?) Facts, facts, facts. Did you know that the more you say a word, the less meaning it has? I did not. That was an extremely factual fact. There is no such thing as a false fact, or a bad fact.

What is with the word "fact" anyway? As far as I am concerned, it is a fact that factually speaking, the word "fact" sounds extremely factually weird. I mean, factually speaking, it sounds kind of like a bodily function, or some other factual thing. I mean, really, factually speaking, what is up with that word? It goes beyond normal levels of factual weirdness and into the factually ridiculous category. What is with that word?

Well, I am running out of facts to rant about, so here ends my fully factual account of how many words I can write in half an hour turned into fifteen minutes (Answer: IT'S OVER 200!!!! (Fact.)), so here ends my Ian - sees - how - many - words - he - can - write - in - a - half - an - hour - day.

Edit: It is actually OVER 300!!!!. I checked. Factually. Which somehow kind of sounds like actually. Like the phrase: "actually, it is a fact" was merged into one word, and they called it factually. For some reason.