Ten Minutes Writing – DP Prompt Ready, Set, Done!


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Ten minutes writing, huh? Okay, first decide which app to write with -Pages or Notes. Settle on Notes as it’s easier and quicker to get going.
Then find and download a timer from the iStore. Looking for something simple, not an interval gym training timer, not a lap timer, just a plain old timer. Aha! Found one! Two buttons – Start and Pause. That’ll do. Install and don’t worry that it’s not received enough reviews for the average rating to be shown.
Start it.
Start Notes.
Oh shut. Decide what to write about – got that in the wrong order, right?
And oh dear, I don’t even know if the timer is visual only or will “beep” at me when time’s up. So I’ll just keep writing about writing non stop for ten minutes. And if I find I go over the ten minutes – what then? Post this as a Post to the Challenge of the 9th?
Then Uninstall the timer I chose and look for another which Does beep at me?
Writing to a set time burst is similar to the challenges set by WriMos to other WriMos, so having a decent timer would be handy for next month, yeh?
Sorry, cannot stop myself from stopping to take a peek at that timer. Back in a tick-tock.
One minute thirty six seconds to go. I’ll add on four seconds for the time it took to go check. Still don’t know if it’s going to beep at me.
Maybe it’ll just turn from counting down to counting up? Then how will I know where I was up to on the ten minute mark? This is getting fiddly and frustrating. But still fun. So I shall continue.
No.
Back in a tick-tock…

Oh, sad… Got there with a second to go, and by the time I opened it, it had stopped. no Beep at all!

Le Tour d’Eiffel


At the writers’ group, we were shown a small model of the Eiffel Tower, and asked to write whatever came into our heads, based on the model. Here’s my effort, written in the ten-minute allowed.

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Zhwoowh, zhwoowh, zhwoowh …
Fading in and out, finally strengthening in its solidarity, a blue small box – the height of a small shed, but of a size for only one, with a blue blinking light on top, materialized on the footpath corner.
The noise died down. all that could be heard now was the sounds of occasional night road traffic.
The door opened, and out stepped a tall man, wearing a long coat with a ridiculous top hat on his mass of curls, followed by a young woman, blonde and busty, with a slightly vapid, bored expression on her face.
   ” Look, it’s still here. I told you it would be,” gloated the man.
   ” Well, o’ course,  ‘s been ‘ere since 1800 and somefin’, ‘s made of iron and it ain’t gonna gerrup an’ walk off, is it nah?” She was obviously  bored, or failed to understand his excitement.
   ” You just watch,” he said. “Tonight’s the night. It’ll all happen tonight, and we got here in time!”
   “Wha’ will?,” she asked, examining her nail polish.
   “Galarians. They’ve been slowly gathering here for days. Tonight we’ll see them take off to fly back to Galaria.”

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