Writing Exercise: Parents (05.12.18)
Good morning,
For this article's exercise, the subject is parents.
Before I post what I wrote in five minutes (precious minutes indeed), let's talk about this subject for a moment. I can bet you there are a lot of things that you can think of or even say, when you think about parents:
-my parents?
-my parents in law?
-Parents in general?
-Parenthood? (If you are a parent, could you write about that?)
The options are pretty much endless. But, when that clock is ticking, what is the first thing that comes to your mind?
Now, let me show you what I wrote:
"My parents are polar opposites. It's a wonder they ever got together at all. Thinking back, I cannot think about anything they enjoyed doing together; any hobbies or particular interest to one was loathed by the other.
My mum is probably the more smiling and crazy happy out of the two. But that is the way she is now, not then.
My dad used to laugh a lot, be this kind of carefree person that nothing touched. Then, same as my mother, that was before. Not now.
Life drove them in different directions, but somehow, they became what each other was before, but isn't now. Funny, isn't it?
My mum remarried. My dad remarried. My mum is happier, on the outside at least. My dad... well, not so much.
We wait, we love, but what can be done when we see our parents' happiness or misery, and can't do [...]"
(149 words)
Now, if I had had more time to prepare on that day, I probably would have thought about a happy time, or about a good memory involving -if not both- at least one of my parents. But as you can see, without time, I came up with this comparison.
I am happy with the writing, as much as I am happy with the comparisons and back and forth, which is offered without judgement. Instead, it holds a bit of wonder (dark wonder maybe? At fate? At life itself?) as well as a statement of hope, for my parents, yes, but also for me, for my family.
Do you see that too?
Now, it's your turn. Grab your notepad, a pencil and your watch; grab your phone, a pen and a piece of paper.
Grab anything you can write on.
Set your timer to five minutes. Careful, no cheating! No time to think further. GO!
Post what you wrote in the comments, or write them on your own blog. Leave them in your drawer or stick it on the wall. Do what you want as long as YOU KEEP IT!
That is probably the most important thing you can do. Because whatever you think, whatever you feel after your five minutes of frantic writing; you may need it in a week, a month, a year, five years.... And wouldn't that suck if you put it in the bin, ripped it to pieces and burnt it!
Believe me, I speak from experience.
You never know when you may need that crucial little piece of something that you wrote so well on that day. What was it again? Oh! such a beautiful sentence, a piece of your soul. Really.
Keep everything.
One last thing,
Write. Keep on writing. Whatever you write, it's beautiful, it's you.
Bugger everyone else. Do it for you.
Have a great day. You're awesome!
For this article's exercise, the subject is parents.
Before I post what I wrote in five minutes (precious minutes indeed), let's talk about this subject for a moment. I can bet you there are a lot of things that you can think of or even say, when you think about parents:
-my parents?
-my parents in law?
-Parents in general?
-Parenthood? (If you are a parent, could you write about that?)
The options are pretty much endless. But, when that clock is ticking, what is the first thing that comes to your mind?
Now, let me show you what I wrote:
"My parents are polar opposites. It's a wonder they ever got together at all. Thinking back, I cannot think about anything they enjoyed doing together; any hobbies or particular interest to one was loathed by the other.
My mum is probably the more smiling and crazy happy out of the two. But that is the way she is now, not then.
My dad used to laugh a lot, be this kind of carefree person that nothing touched. Then, same as my mother, that was before. Not now.
Life drove them in different directions, but somehow, they became what each other was before, but isn't now. Funny, isn't it?
My mum remarried. My dad remarried. My mum is happier, on the outside at least. My dad... well, not so much.
We wait, we love, but what can be done when we see our parents' happiness or misery, and can't do [...]"
(149 words)
Now, if I had had more time to prepare on that day, I probably would have thought about a happy time, or about a good memory involving -if not both- at least one of my parents. But as you can see, without time, I came up with this comparison.
I am happy with the writing, as much as I am happy with the comparisons and back and forth, which is offered without judgement. Instead, it holds a bit of wonder (dark wonder maybe? At fate? At life itself?) as well as a statement of hope, for my parents, yes, but also for me, for my family.
Do you see that too?
Now, it's your turn. Grab your notepad, a pencil and your watch; grab your phone, a pen and a piece of paper.
Grab anything you can write on.
Set your timer to five minutes. Careful, no cheating! No time to think further. GO!
Post what you wrote in the comments, or write them on your own blog. Leave them in your drawer or stick it on the wall. Do what you want as long as YOU KEEP IT!
That is probably the most important thing you can do. Because whatever you think, whatever you feel after your five minutes of frantic writing; you may need it in a week, a month, a year, five years.... And wouldn't that suck if you put it in the bin, ripped it to pieces and burnt it!
Believe me, I speak from experience.
You never know when you may need that crucial little piece of something that you wrote so well on that day. What was it again? Oh! such a beautiful sentence, a piece of your soul. Really.
Keep everything.
One last thing,
Write. Keep on writing. Whatever you write, it's beautiful, it's you.
Bugger everyone else. Do it for you.
Have a great day. You're awesome!
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