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Where a beautiful crowd spends five minutes all writing on the same topic and then sharing ’em over here. Last week a bunch of us happened to be together at a conference and got to write live and in person – it. was. the. bomb.

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I also have some Five Minute Friday stories from participants I love to share each week – I can never get over the community that has grown up over a five minute writing exercise. This week the story is from me.

Because, as it turns out. Writing regularly and for even five minutes stolen here and there during early mornings or late evenings or during nap times and any fringe moments one can carve out can amount to enough time to write a book.

And I kinda sorta am. I introduced it over here. And believe me, if I can carve out wee stolen moments here and there to write, so can you.

So go ahead, just do the thing. Write the story you’re passionate about. We’ve got your back along the way.

Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to 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..

Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks!

OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on:::

Roots…

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They’re supposed to be in bed. They’re supposed to have been asleep long ago. But when the phone rings them two boys are barking excited that grandpa is just around the corner. He’s been driving 14 hours straight and they are straight up determined not to admit defeat to the sandman until they’ve seen him.

These boys growing up in between countries.

Micah has on the red and black checkered pajama pants and Jackson a football shirt. They are waiting at the window and can’t see through it because their breath has frosted up the glass. They keep rubbing circles. Rubbing and rubbing and grinning so big into the darkness because home is headed their way.

Grandpa hugs and hugs and admires them side by side and Micah tilts his head on edge and eyes this tangible piece of family right there in the living room with a bed already made up on the sofa. I’ve told Jackson he needs to say his hellos in more than just a TShirt and underoos and his shocked answer is that this is my GRANDPA. Like I’m dense. Like how can I possibly not get that blood is thicker than modesty.

They hug and sit and have to read him their favorite books and ask him again and again about how far he drove and then Micah just sits with his arm draped around the big, broad shoulders of the man who is his people. All his midwest American, through and through people.

And I make pizza and can’t get the boys back to sleep and think that this is how you grow into a family with roots that can withstand the storms.

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