Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.
We write with gusto, unselfconscious and flat-out. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
She sat by the window, her nose pressed against the glass, peering through the raindrops that slithered down. Alone. She wanted desperately to see, to know how it would all come out in the end. Her love, thousands of miles away, in an unknown environment, unable to picture his days. They needed to meet, to be, but Life was in the way. Life was four children, life was two jobs, life was lacking the lustre and the laughter she had once known. To be together was the dream and yet it floated so illusively like silk curtains in a summer breeze, neither able to grasp and hold.