So, here’s the skinny: every Friday for over a year hundreds of people join a kind of writing flash mob over here.

We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that I post here at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday {and on Thursday night with #FMFParty}.

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

It started because I’d 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.

So now on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes.

Your words. This shared feast.

Our most important requirement for participation: There’s really only one absolute, no ifs, ands or buts about it Five Minute Friday rule: you must visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.

Tonight a bunch of us are together at a conference so we’re doing it live – come join us, eh? And link up below.

OK, are you ready? Won’t you please give me your best five minutes on:::

Voice…

Sometimes you sit in a room full of women and their hearts speak with one voice. Louder than the chocolate wrappers peeled back on the tables. Louder than the doubts that throb through their heads when they pound key boards.

Louder than the wondering if we’re cut out for this thing – this act of all our courage – this bleeding our stories onto keyboards and blog posts and other people’s lives.

Sometimes you can hear the echoes of another Voice that whispers through the words of these women who speak, who sing, who dance, who dream, who twirl through consonants and vowels and symphony their voices into the big, wide, black, Internet that lights up with a thousand comets reminding us we are not alone in the Grand Story that one voice once wrote in the beginning.

This is our story.

This is our song.

This is our testimony to the darkness.

This voice that cannot will not be silenced.

This voice of a thousand women. One woman. You. Us. Me.

All pouring our harmonies out for nothing but the certainty that we cannot be silent.

So we say the hard things. We tell the truths. We type the encouragement. We live in between each other’s front doors through each others screens and no one can tell me this isn’t real community.

This isn’t Jesus testimony.

Because words have always been His territory.

Just like tonight.

STOP

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I’m spending 31 days writing about how to write your story.
It’s part of the 31 Days Challenge hosted by the Nester.
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