Ten minutes
Hey you!
Yes you sitting in the kitchen trying to pretend that you’re not supposed to be doing anything. Yes you, stop pointing that finger at your chest and trying to look all innocent. You’re not innocent at all, you’re breaking the rules. You promised me ten minutes of Morning Pages and instead you’re sitting there reading the, admittedly rather fabulous, posts on Love New Blogs. How is that going to get your practise done? It’s not. It’s going to waste time when you should be at the page, pen in hand, scribbling away. I know your nails are tacky and yes, good for you for taking the last ten minutes that you should have been writing to give them a lick of colour (although without a bit more attention to those hands it’s a bit like applying lipstick on a pig, just saying), but you should have been writing. Yes I know that OCA Creative Writing course you’ve been reading about looks super fantastic and I know that is doing a course there so it must be good because she’s fab, but all I’m asking for is ten minutes. TEN MINUTES. Ten minutes free-flow-stream-of-consciousness writing to get all that junk outta your trunk and onto the page. To clear some space and de-clutter your mind. To spring clean your thoughts and get your mojo flowing. No, you can’t get another mug of coffee first. No, you can’t just check your emails before you start. No, that comment on the blog can wait. No, you don’t need a wee, or a glass of water or another story (now your just being plain ridiculous). Just sit your butt down on that chair, open your notebook, pick up that pen (yes the nice roller-ball that can almost keep up with your random thoughts) and put it to the page.
Ten minutes.
Go.
