Is everybody ready for Five Minute Friday?
It’s where our group of writers [okay most of them, often we have Saturday and Sunday stragglers, myself included] gather to write unscripted for five minutes on a specific word prompt. Our prompt is diligently supplied by Kate Motaung. After we post, we link up on Facebook at http://www.fiveminutefriday.com to share our pearls of wisdom or our pig’s ears and mix and mingle.
I’ve been sharing snippets taken from Five Minute Friday: A Collection of Stories Written in Five Minutes Flat. They are a testament to the value of the exercise. This week, I’ll share some perspective from Rebekah. I hope she inspires you to check us out … and maybe join in?
“I discovered Five Minute Friday at a time when I was just discovering my voice. My friend Kelly sent me a link and I was immediately intrigued. Could I really put away my perfectionist tendencies long enough to write for five minutes and NOT edit it? I’m an editing machine! How can I not edit? It made me shiver just to think about pressing “publish”. Turns out it was incredibly freeing and confidence building. I loved just getting the words out as they flowed, not having to worry about the final product. It was all about being in the moment. But even more than the freedom, I enjoyed the community! I connected with women [and a few men] all around the globe. Women who were like me. Women who were nothing like me — except — we all had a desire to write. And that connected us in a way that geography couldn’t. I treasure those connections, even f they were brief. They showed me I was far from being alone on this writing journey.”
Yes. It’s a great creative outlet. Not everything is perfect … but neither are we. It’s always eye-opening. You should check out the site and see for yourself … or better yet, try it yourself.
The prompt this week is OCEAN and the timer is set, so let’s GO…
I love walking along the beach, wet sand between my toes, as the swash rolls just so far despite the size of the rolling laps of the waves.
I love watching when the sea turns a little angrier and those waves crash into breaker rocks, exploding in majesty.
I love being on a ship cutting its way through waves — sometimes shallow, sometimes a little higher, water splashing on deck in random greatness.
I love being on a ship slipping through seemingly still water, like a knife gliding through wet, soft butter.
I just love the ocean.
It’s my “center”. It’s where I go to ground myself, knowing I have no control over the sea’s wants and wishes. I’m just there to enjoy and marvel at the Hand that created the science of the ocean. … STOP
… I can sit ad have sat for hours just watching the waves break. It bring me peace.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The bible holds the answer to every question you have. You just have to find it.