Five-Minute Friday: Write

Five-Minute Friday
It is Friday.  I haven't done FMF for a really long time.
Thinking about doing it again.
Write for five minutes with no editing.

Finding a timer
Setting it for five minutes
The prompt is: WRITE
Ready... Go!

...

Write

I want to write. At least I say that I want to write, but then I question myself so often. I ask if I really do want to write - or do I just want to have written. Yes, I've written about writing - about the process of writing, about all this - numerous times.

When I write profusely, I feel good about it. When people like what I've written, I feel even better. When I don't write much, I feel sad - or guilty or defeated or something. I ask myself why I don't write when I say that I want to.

Writing coaches say to ask yourself why you want to write. Why really? I might go there here. On the other hand, I also wonder why I don't write.

I don't write because I get distracted. I may think of something that I really want to write about, but then something else comes along to grab my attention.

I don't write because it is hard work. An idea comes together and I may speak it and it keeps growing and I say I need to get this down. But then I try and it doesn't come together the same way again. At least not easily. It feels like hard work. It is hard work.

I don't write because I keep running out of time. Like right now... Time is up.  Drats! 

But I did write.

　

　

　

Five-Minute Friday: remember

Five-Minute Friday

I'm trying something new today: Five-Minute Friday. I've dabbled before, but today I'll try to link it and make it all official. Every Friday, Lisa-Jo Baker hosts this event and picks a word for the day. Participants are to set a timer and write. No editing. Just write.

Today's word: Remember
Ready?
Set timer.
Go!
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Let's see; I had a whole bunch of ideas. Things I wanted to write about if only I could remember.

I do remember that I wanted to capture this or that feeling, something about this amazing person or that beautiful place, or maybe even that heart-warming encounter and ensuing conversation. Oh, there are so many things to remember - and to try to capture before they fade away like my tropical tan.

There are also some things that I don't need to DO anything with - other than just remember them. Cherish them. Close my eyes and remember the good warm feeling or the gratitude.

But wait! There are other things to remember. Things I'd rather not. Goofs I made. There was that one goof... No, that was a downright faux pas - or however you spell it. Yah, no; those aren't so much fun to remember. Those make me wish that I could learn from them - so that I never do something so stupid again!

Oh, if only I would remember that lesson.
Ahead of time even.
BEFORE I open my mouth.
Come on, brain; remember...