Today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
Ok, so how am I supposed to write for ten minutes under the eyes of two watchful crows on the rooftop opposite.
“Don’t mind us, we are just sitting around taking five before flying off to the cemetery.”
“But you are putting me off, I cannot concentrate on my prize suspicious blog under the beady eyes of two crows.”
“What are you writing about, us?”
“How could I avoid not mentioning two watching crows, you are making my fingers nervous. I have to write for ten minutes.”
“Fred” said one crow to the other “do you think we could give her something to write about for ten minutes.?”
“I think so Mortimer, she could tell everyone how it feels to be watched by two crows.”
“No crows, I was thinking more of something creative and sorry, but crows are not creative.”
“Of course we are, have you never seen us crack a nut? Not all the feathered friends can crack a nut, I am sure a budgerigar couldn’t.”
“Just a minute crows, budgerigars live in Australia and do not need to crack nuts, they eat seeds.”
“See Fred, I told you, humans think they know everything better. Budgerigars live in cages. Mrs. Smith across the road has a cage with a budgerigar. It even talks.”
“We can talk as well Mortimer. How comes that human down there understands us?”
“I gave her the power so that she could write about us in her blog.”
“Good idea Mortimer.”
“Ok, thanks for the crow language gift, but I was actually going to write about something more important and not two crows who are going on the cemetery tour.”
“There is nothing better than a crow’s eye view of a cemetery: all those nice big stones and urns. We have quite a gathering most days. It is a real crow’s paradise. Oh, sorry Mrs. Human, are we disturbing your thought process? Carry on, just ignore us.”
“How can I ignore you when you are looking at me all the time?”
“Just a minute. Mortimer, I think the boss is calling. He says to have a gathering on the third tree on the left. It is going to be a group excursion: looks like we have to go Mrs. Human. It was nice talking to you. Now you can carry on with your prize winning blog. We will no longer distract you.”
And they flew off together, cawing along the way; and now to continue. No, wait a minute. My ten minutes are up.
“Hey, man in the WordPress t-shirt, what do you think? Can I have five minutes extra? It might make a difference for a Pulitzer Prize. What did you say, no deal. My place is reserved in the magical grid, upload it now.”
In that case I will take a walk to the cemetery after uploading. Typical WordPress mumble, mumble, mumble.