So, here’s the skinny: I’ve been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.
No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Just painting with words. Finger-painting even.
I took a first stab at it yesterday. And then I got curious. And invited you all to set timers and write me into your day in five minutes flat. The prompt was to pick a photo from your camera and then put it into words. That moment, that emotion, that experience.
In no more than 5 minutes.
I’m dying to see what you came up with! The linky follows my five minutes below:
It’s the same every night. As rife with ritual as any ceremony they may have grown up and into if their African roots were still planted in African soil. The ceremonial wrestling – boy cubs against the alpha male.
A chorus of grunting and groaning rises from the bedroom and it’s hard to distinguish who is victor and who left with an elbow to the groin. Often it’s only a matter of perspective, or seconds, before the roles are reversed and the wild wails wind back into joyful ululation.
These boy cubs – they love hard. And their love is often hard to take. Hard to contain. Harder still to return hug for life-threatening hug.
Pete’s return home each night is greeted with grateful relief by me – wrangler of man-children—and barely disguised trepidation by him. Because he knows that love will come at him hard and fast and without mercy.
As the ritual demands.
If you enjoyed this, come back next week. Let’s play it again.
Prompt for next Friday: People watching. Whether it’s at the grocery store, in the gas line, or at your kid’s school. Pick a person and them write them into living color for us all. In just five minutes.
OK, show us what you got: