Todays ten minutes has been used up by the personality test, another draft for Laughing at Myself - I know that a lot of these things can be wrong, however my one was scarily accurate...And what job did they recommend? writer
My ten minutes writing challenge today started with a draft of a story that is getting ready to be a part of my next book - Laughing at Myself. Do let me know what you think in the comments section.
Fish like curry, cheese, garlic, chilli and spicy food - apparently this is a fact. How do I know this? because there is a fisherman in the family. Why do fish like curry, cheese, garlic, chilli and spicy food? no-one I have spoken to really knows, and how did the first person find this out? Did they have a bag of food with them that fell into the water, and then they noticed a feeding frenzy? I highly doubt it.
Someone I met today told me about a friend of hers who had complied a list of 100 things that she wanted to do within the next ten years; this woman was doing a 50 things in 5 years list – that really got me thinking, what would I put on my list? So here are a few of mine, they are not in order of importance or desire - no judgements thank you
Auntie Elda is a lovely person, I think, I say that I think because although I have known her my whole life, I haven’t actually been able to understand anything she has ever said. She has a beautiful, musical Southern Irish accent, it sounds gorgeous, but is absolutely impenetrable thanks to my dodgy hearing.
This is exactly what it says on the tin, I am going to write for five minutes a day, every day for the next month - without thinking it over, considering or planning (as if I would anyway) and then share it with you, as I look back on it the following day it might be possible to try and evolve a story. It is kind of like you sharing my brain for a few days - you poor unfortunately people.
As I shoved my bags into the back seat the taxi driver grumbles that he was just about to pull away, apparently, I had taken so long that he had thought I was a no-show. ‘Sorry I was just putting my shoes on’ I say, which I hope conveys that I couldn’t have left the house any quicker unless I was sitting on the doorstep; looking disdainfully at me he turns the car around; and we head off to the station where I am being dropped this morning.