Picture this.
You are working along, doing whatever it is you are doing and someone says, “Stop!”
You respond, “What? Why?”
This someone continues on and says, “Drop everything and write at least 250 words. You are having right now, a smack down challenge.”
Now, I am thinking that is crazy speak. I mean sheesh, I am up to my ears in stuff I know! Not to mention still cleaning up water that I have managed to pour all over my table that I am working on and have said stuff.
How in the world am I supposed to write 250 blooming words that would be…well…awesome!
So, I said to this person, “Look, I just got done doing a post but I will take that challenge and I will do it with flair.”
Of course I waved my hand in the air like I was some French poet or something. Just picture me in the beret ok?
I then took a long hard drink of my newly fresh glass of water and plugged in my computer. After all, I needed not to pass out from dehydration and for my computer to continue working.
I looked at my blank screen and began to type what surely would be the utmost profound piece I had ever written. People from miles away, or possibly other planets would admire my work. I would be known as “that woman of the 250 words”.
Can you see it?
Oh yes, my fingers fly across the keyboard as fireworks pop off in the air at my greatness. Children outside my apartment are waving banners in an effort to cheer me on. Music played by the local band gives a rah, rah to rally my cries.
Then, just like that…with almost 300 words, I am finished.
