Pheweee!
Quiet on the blog front lately but that's cos it's been quiet for me on the quiz-running front, though not, I should say, quiet on the working myself to the bone front.
I'm knee-deep in putting together a vast amount of questions for a project I think i have to be a wee bit confidential about (can one be a wee bit confidential, it's not the best way to confide a secret is it) but suffice to say I've written 1400 questions in the last week and a half, which, in case you have no frame of reference for the question-writing art, is a lot of questions. A lot of questions, and barely a dent in the full number. Which is making me a bit mental. Hopefully not in a bad way, but my usually sparkling, wide-ranging, polymathic banter is pretty limited at the moment to 'Do you know how many questions I've written today. That's when I have spoken...which is rarely....to other people...which is...never.
Heyho, doing a quiz on Thursday so I suppose I'd better switch vaguely back into the mode of the living. Bear with me...
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Ah yes, the joys of no human contact for prolonged periods. The curse of all writers, whether of questions or otherwise. And yet it's to writers that people turn to find meaning in the human condition.
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