The Sunday Night Stuck

My son, his homework, and The Abyss

On my way to walk the dogs with my lady, I checked in on the 12-year-old last night:

“How’s it going buddy?”

But I already knew from the look in his eyes

“It’s fine, Dad. Just a little stuck.”

His assignment involved finishing a story for his English class and he was struggling with the ultimate writer’s dilemma:

Finishing

So I directed his attention to the red plastic timer cube a mere inches from his keyboard

There’s one in every room in the house – not even kidding

“Got an idea. What if you flipped that thing over and gave yourself …

3 rules:

1. Start timer
   
2. Keep typing the whole time – no matter how silly or insane the words
   

And when the timer goes off …

No matter how good or bad you feel …

3. Walk away for 5 minutes.

I’m here,

Kevin

EPILOGUE: When I checked back in, he’d followed 2 out of the 3 rules. Any guesses as to which one he broke?