This is how we silence the voice of the inner critic ~{click to tweet}

Every Friday for nearly four years writers have gathered here for a kind of free write flash mob. We all spend five minutes writing on the same topic for just five minutes. And then we link up over here.

{This is a bunch of us doing a “live” write at the Allume Conference last month. It. Was. Awesome}.

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How to Join:

Want to know how Five Minute Friday got started and how to participate? All the details are here. And if you don’t have a blog, you’re very welcome to just leave your five minutes of writing in the comments.

Meet the #FMFParty Writers:

And did you know there’s a whole community of writers that connect online before the prompt goes live on Friday nights? They use the Twitter hashtag #FMFParty and are about the most encouraging group around.

It’s for newbies and old-timers, it’s for the broken-hearted and rejected, it’s for the lost and found. This community who opens wide its arms to everyone as they write, think, dream.

In the words of Gretchen:

Some rules were made to be broken. Especially when it comes to writing prompts and blog link-ups like Five Minute Friday.

“There is no way in the whole wide world I can write in five minutes,” admitted one beautiful and talented blogger I know.

But Five Minute Friday isn’t about timed writing—it’s not a contest. Five Minute Friday is about not letting perfectionism get in the way of getting our words on paper or on screen.

I’ve found that God often has a real message for me in the Five Minute Friday word for the week. Sometimes it takes a lot longer than five minutes to get that lesson into words. I’ve even written a post on one aspect of the word, just to get it linked up on Friday, only to realize the next week that it was another area He wanted to speak to me about.

I know that some of my friends find that the word often probes so deep into their story that their Five Minute Friday posts never see the light of their blog. But we’re not writing for the rest of the web; we’re writing for that audience of One, and often to process the lesson or healing He is leading us through.

Don’t let the fact that you may not publish your post keep you from writing it.

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The only hard and fast, “no ifs ands or buts” rule of Five Minute Friday is to leave some comment love for the person who linked up before you. But if I’m honest, I’m sure there’s been a time or two I’ve completely forgotten to do that. That’s the beauty of the Five Minute Friday community, though—there’s always more than one visitor from the link-up, and there are faithful commenters like Denise who comment on every single post they visit (and she visits a lot!). T

The Five Minute Friday community isn’t built on rules: it is about grace and freedom and throwing caution to the wind to write, whether it’s for five minutes or fifty.

Now, set your timer friends, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right. These are your people. The poets, the mothers, the bloggers, the writers, the pencil and paper artists. Let’s do this.

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..

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

Fly…

 

I’m tired and he’s persistent.

This kid who’s all gangly arms and legs and that short, shorn hair that emphasizes his blue eyes, so much like mine.

I’m always annoyed that he ends up in our bed more than half the nights. I always try to boot him back out. But he keeps coming in and keeps snuggling up and keeps grinning like a crazy Chesire cat.

How does a mother resist?

Even a mother who likes her leg room. Who wants to sleep without small, snuffly sighs in her ear. A mother who’s flat done with being up at night. Who doesn’t like to share her pillow.

Maybe she just doesn’t even write for five minutes? Maybe she closes her laptop, unplugs her electronics, silences her phone and goes to find that boy with his long legs and wide grin and meets him in the middle of the bed.

Before this day, this age, this time. Before it flies.

STOP

Don’t have a blog? No worries, feel free to leave your five minutes in the comments. If you’re reading in an email just click here to come and join us.

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