prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “opt.”
With the world under COVID watch, there are a lot of decisions that people are having to make, that otherwise would seem so simple.
Should I go shopping? I could or I could opt for home delivery or even curbside pickup Should I visit family? I could or I could opt for Facetime or Skype Should I travel? I could or I could opt to put my funds aside, maybe watch them grow, and plan for when it is safe. Should I go to work? Hell no, not if the boss says, “Stay Home”!
Sorry for the confusion! I don’t know where this post had disappeared to!!!! Welcome to the 6 minute challenge!
Today’s prompt is:
You may use any part or the entire quote. If you have a different quote you would like to use, go right ahead. This is for fun, a sort of personal challenge. Enjoy and thank you for participating!
*****For any participants that do NOT like restrictions, please feel free to participate in any way you would like. It is great to read the contributions!****
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.
Please use the above haiku to inspire your own syllabic poetry. There’s a lot to unpack in these words. What will your interpretation be? Go where the words take you.
Ode to Sue’s Haiku
A blanketed veil of moisture obscures the Orb of Night At a distance morn’s bleached hues detectable at a distant perspective Scorching star lifts up sans cognizance A regenerated diurnal course ensues.