It’s Tuesday as I am writing this. Writing Friday’s (or today’s) blog right now is a way of coping with the stress I am going through at the moment. I am just having one of those days. Monday, as I mentioned before, was the last meeting of my writers’ group before the summer break. I didn’t know we would be writing anything. I am glad we did because I now have something small to share. The chairperson for the meeting (who sets the exercises) brought in an ornamental clock and owl. We were tasked with writing something inspired by it. Here’s what I wrote:

The clock struck midnight. At least it would have if it still worked properly. The clock in the town square had stopped working long after the last inhabitants left.

It was almost 70 years since the mayor declared a state of emergency. The city was now overgrown. The only inhabitant was a tawny owl. He hooted. Someone hooted back.

I am going to see Troy Hawke tonight. If you don’t know who that is, google him. He is somewhat of a performance artist in addition to being a comedian. I don’t know what to expect. I am going to a day-long writers’ workshop tomorrow. I am sure you will hear all about it on Monday. Have a great weekend. Look after yourself. Thank you for reading, and thank you for your time.