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Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.
*Feel free to leave your work completely unedited. I believe it is good to see, especially for new writers, that even very seasoned writers don’t write a perfect first draft.*
Have fun, challenge yourself if you’d like, read and respond to others’ posts.
Why do we dream?I think we dream because we have so many ideas in our heads and so many things that we think about. Our days are chock full of stimulation, there is no way that the conscious mind can tend to it all in a day. The thing I don’t understand is how they are supposedly so short even though it may feel like a dream lasts all night!
Do you think a person’s name influences the person they become?I’m not sure if it influences who they become but I think it can influence how they interact with others. I suppose that does affect how they grow and develop. My mom used to say that kids with strange names had it harder in life because people would always wonder where their names came from, what they meant, if they were an indicator of who the person was. I don’t believe it to that extent but I do think that looking to make your child the most original with a weird name can be confusing to them when they start school and feel like they are so different because all the other kids have “normal” names.
Does hardship make a person stronger? (example: What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger)I don’t think it is the hardship that makes you stronger, it is how you deal with it and choose to learn from it. My life is very different than it was three years ago and although it has been difficult I don’t think it has made me stronger. In actuality it has almost weakened my strenght.
Why do we judge ourselves by our intentions, but judge others by their actions?Because you can’ read others’ minds to know their intentions, you only see what they do…how they act.
I am so grateful for my daughter, for David, for Laurette, and my dad. They make it all worth it!
The Writers Initiative was set up to support, foster and share the work of writers in either fiction or non-fiction work. It has slowly been growing over the last year and is running workshops, opening readings and various events for writers. If you wish to find out more, more please see the website here: www.writersinitiative.com.
What do you think of when you hear the word press? Do you think of a newspaper company printing out black and white pages at crazy speeds? Do you think about putting pressure on the button of the remote with your finger to turn on the television? Do you think about calling your best friend and delving into their private life to get at least one juicy detail? Do you think about a glass of wine and the work it took to make it? Or do you think about the people who cover all of the news on a daily basis?
Until I decide what kind of “press” I want to use, I am unable to write anything using this word. I feel like my own ambitions are pressing me to figure this out now!
Jenny walked out of the room, her face beet-red, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of the man she brought as her date. Not only had he completely under-dressed for the occasion, even though she told him what everyone else would be wearing, he showed up twenty five minutes late! Then there was the conversation with her boss! He had absolutely no filter, telling her boss about their intimacy and what they did when they were alone together in the bedroom. She would never be able to look at her boss again, not without shame written all over her face. He had been one of her worst decisions ever!
Somedays it’s there somedays it ain’t Somedays it’s dark black it looks like dark paint. No one escapes it Everyone can try A shadow is scary It makes scared people cry. we don’t know who’s hiding we don’t know how far the darkness will get you but it won’t leave a scar.
Things that are delightful: 1. chocolate ice cream 2. a sunny beach 3. a baby laughing 4. impeachment 5. a good night’s sleep 6. extra money 7. praise 8. love 9. purposeful ignorance 10. yellow cake with chocolate frosting
Oh, come on. If you feel like you have to justify enjoying something as enjoyable as chocolate, it takes all the enjoyment out of it.
Chocolate is great stuff. It makes you happy (that is, if you like it). I remember going on a really lousy job interview that was way out where God left his sandals. This was post-stroke, so Mary had to drive me. On the way back, she said “Let’s stop at Walgreens and get chocolate bars!” And we did, and they tasted great, and elevated our mood. I’ve forgotten nearly everything about the interview, but not about the chocolate.
This past Christmas, we bought ourselves Frango mints, a chocolate mint. I used to sell them at Marshall Field’s in Chicago, long before they became Macy’s. (And yes, I’m aware that they got the recipe when they bought out a department store in Seattle.) We hadn’t had…
Prolixity- a tendency to speak or write at great or tedious length
Walking out of his cottage, Devon knew by the sway of the branches that stumbling out on a procellous day like today was taking a chance that could have heavy consequences. Devon’s leg had not healed properly, was still very sensitive to the touch, and if he fell he was risking damaging the work the doctors had put into reconstructing his thigh after the accident. Were he a woman, he would choose to wear a Kimono to both hide the bandages and provide the loose comfort his wounds yearned for, but for now he would have to focus only on the path in front of him and nothing else. Knowing his luck he would snag the silk on a twig first thing outside and fray the precious silk anyhow.
Devon wasn’t sure why he felt like heading to Marta’s house now. She was a conversationalist with prolixity and he often wanted to leave her company only seconds after she started speaking.
Upon reaching Marta’s door, Devon cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy, wooden door. He didn’t want to show how much he wanted to see her; but he was here and would stay for a while. When Marta opened the door the first thing Devon was hit with was a strong smell of wild strawberries along with warm air of her oven. He would have to try and coax her to let him try whatever it was that she was baking. She was a fantastic chef and never haughty. Sometimes she even acted as though she had never stepped foot in a kitchen before. Devon was hoping the perilous walk here would be worth it!
Billie knew what the expectation was but she didn’t know if she could go through with it. Becoming someone’s mistress, whether congenial and without sexual motive or not, was not what she had planned for her life moving forward. The problem was, Billie didn’t know how to get along in a new city without a job and no friends. This was the first time she had lived anywhere that she was a total stranger, but this was the change that she needed. Life at home had become too much; stress, bills, arguing. If no one knew where she was and no one here knew who she was, maybe she could start fresh and live her life the way she wanted to.