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:
- Start timer
- 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 …
- 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?