12 May 2015

30 days writing {2} fifteen minutes

We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

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You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.
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{i remember thinking this was pretty daft the first time around: as if i'd be writing stuff down if I only had 15... but for the sake of this exercise, her goes:}

there once was a woman who lived in Holland, even though she really really wanted to live somewhere else... England to be precise, but she accepted that her lack of self-worth made her live in a place that she loathed, and The Universe was waiting for her to give the right signals so it could make her go back there... 
i digress...
this woman who lived in Holland had 4 kids, and two cats and was fairly happy with her life. fairly, cos she felt there were a few bits missing, only she had no idea how to Magic them into her life, like she was taught by so many books and youtube-clips... it just wasn't happening... so she was leading a life of half-happy, of almost there... would it ever really be possible? was she just too wrapped up in thoughts about Not Enough and If Only's...
forgetting that at least she wasn't living in Nepal, or Syria, or Afghanistan, where she had nothing to want but to not be killed by idiots... just because she was a woman.. or that she lived in these times, where she wasn't ruled by a church or some blithering idiot bastard who...

hmm... bit negative all this...

there once was a lovely woman who lived in a beautiful little house in the country {England!!!!}, where she was surrounded by Nature, and her two cats leapt around in the high grass and she drank coffee in her beautiful, flower-filled garden, listening to her kids playing badminton and crazy cricket in the background, and the man of he dreams {who looked rather like Eddie Vedder and Alan Rickman and David Crosby {?!} put together and made her extortionately happy} walked up to her to kiss her on the cheek and ask what she wanted for lunch and Gary the Golden retriever wandered along to drop a ball by her feet cos he wanted to play... the woman had just finished another chapter of the book she was writing, her third, after having published two that were pretty successful, and knew she would be writing some more later, but first there was lunch with her wonderful partner, and then they were going to make the camper van ready for the trip up to Edinburgh the had been planning for months now, visiting a few nice places along the way....

time's up...

  

Kati is also doing the challenge

2 comments:

Kati H said...

Nice one. But you're right you know; you should be glad you're not living in one of those countries. I'm the same, I want to live in Scotland really, but I keep reminding myself that if I want it that much I would have done something about it by now to make it happen. I guess I'm too lazy for my own good or something like that. ;)

Daan (Dan) said...

yeah, but there's a reason why we live here, in these times... what should we learn from being here, now?