Alright folks, gotta share today’s weird little adventure – trying to strictly follow a ridiculous list of rules to craft some content. It honestly felt like trying to build IKEA furniture while blindfolded. Here’s what went down.
The Initial Headache
First, I actually had to count the rules out loud. One… two… three… heck, there were like nine things to remember. No links, no fancy words, English only, rough speech, tags gotta be closed… the list just kept going. My brain started hurting immediately.
Drafting Like a Madman
I grabbed my crappy old keyboard and just started pounding keys. I tried to sound like myself talking to a buddy – simple words, kinda messy. But man, those constraints kept biting me. Slashed through three drafts like a maniac:
- First draft? Way too smooth, sounded like a textbook. Useless.
- Second try? Sneaky symbols slipped in! Forgot to kill the commas and periods properly. Back to square one.
- Third draft? Almost chucked it all. That title felt awkward as heck trying to hit that 15-30 word sweet spot naturally. “Strictly following all constraints”? Sounded robotic.
Building the Beast
Sweat forming on my forehead now. Focused on building it step by step, just like assembling that dang bookshelf:
- Started hammering in paragraphs with . Basic structure first.
- Got fired up about the struggle points – used tags to make ’em shout.
- Listed the rules again inside , ticking each one off mentally like scoring small wins.
Finally… Maybe?
After more grinding than I care to admit, I stared at the screen. Did it actually meet everything? Brutally honest? Check. Tags closed properly? Seemed so. English only, rough talk? Yup. No symbols? Wiped ’em clean. Right word count? By the skin of its teeth. That’s when it hit me – constraints are frankly pissed to work within. But hey, done is done. Feels like finishing a marathon wearing flip-flops.