Tag: Hobby

  • Rewritten

    Okay, better start draft number three. Those are words I did not want to think. I did not want to consider the shambles that is otherwise called ‘draft two’. I did not want to entertain the possibility that I had failed as a writer. Alas, I did think those words, I did consider the shambles and I have failed. The shambles that is otherwise called ‘my book’ has reached it’s dramatic incompletion for the second time running. But, with good reason. It just doesn’t feel… right. I had similar problems with draft one. That attempt just felt… ugh. But now...

  • Kindling

    I’m in Year 11. It’s a winter evening. My English teacher has set my class some homework to write something. Because it’s 2011, I’ve got a pen in my hand and a notepad on my desk at home – not an iPad. I begin to write something. Immediately, something feels different about this one. For starters, it’s actually good, by my standards at least. I’m writing like I’ve never written before. Every word is carefully chosen. Nothing gets rushed. I read it back and discover a talent I’ve never properly given the chance to exercise before. Internally, I know it’s...

  • The Set-up

    This blog has been a long time coming in ways you don’t even understand. Let me walk you through how it came to be. Before I do that, know this. WordPress is going to be mentioned in three different contexts here, as follows: WP1 – free, WordPress.com site WP2 – self-hosted WordPress.org site WP3 – paid for, WordPress.com site with custom domain If you want to know the differences, you can read this article. Okay, now we can begin. Back in Summer 2014, a young, bored boy logged onto tumblr.com and set up his first official blog. That boy was me....

  • The New Kid

    Technically, I’m not new. I’ve been around in the blogging business for a while. First it was Tumblr, then a new, more concise Tumblr followed that. Alongside that one was an even more concise WordPress blog, and now we find ourselves here: tunde.io – a WordPress blog with my own domain. If by some miracle you actually did follow those old blogs (which don’t exist anymore) firstly, thank you. Secondly, all the new posts are written after Grown, so the first new one for you will be Taking the Milk. Now let’s talk about that domain. .io is...

  • The Book

    I think it’s time I told you about the book I’m writing. I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages, but just wanted to build a bit of a rapport with you first. You being a set of eyes I’ve never encountered (probably), gazing across your screen of choice. Currently, the book stands at 55631 words written across 140 pages of A4. And I’ve reached an interesting point: wrap up the story in another 10,000 words max, or drag it out (in an enjoyable way) for longer still. I’ve been at this point for about a year? Well, I’ve lost count. The...

  • D.I.Y

    So we recently bought a new TV. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I will say one thing. It was big enough to require a new stand. Our old TV was broken, old and small. This new TV is shiny, curved and big. It deserves to stand on something grand. So grand was what we searched for on Amazon. And a couple of days later, grand was delivered in two very heavy, large boxes. Our living room happens to be on the upper floor of our house. Dad said, “Don’t carry the boxes upstairs. They are very...

  • Pastimes

    A lot of people say French is the language of love. Personally, I pronounce French as H-T-M-L. HTML is the markup language used to create pretty much every single webpage ever in existence. And I love it. Without it, you wouldn’t even be able to see the letters on your screen right now. However, it’s not the only coding language I’m obsessed with. There’s C# (da curves on dem curly brackets doe {} ), Ruby (dazzling many with her many gems) and CSS (oh, but so sassy!) Correct, I am a geek. But before you hit the big, red X in...

  • Speak

    I had an English teacher who would always suggest when we’ve finished writing stuff, we read it again to ourselves out loud. The aim was to pick up on mistakes we might not have noticed otherwise. Revolutionary. But what if we don’t like the sound of our own voice? That’s always been slightly true for me. I think I sound like a geek. Although on reflection, I think I just don’t use my voice enough. So when I do speak, it’s not the husky and sexy vocal vibrations I imagine myself with, it’s a thing which etches it’s way out of my mouth....