Jut found this site on a random search of the blogs, and I love it! I just wrote 540 words in 17 minutes! The Motivation?? When you pause for longer than a few seconds, your words start to be erased!! Fastest bit of writing I’ve ever done, and and so you can see the fruits of it, I have pasted the very short piece here. The goldfish part was a theme given by a writing group that I have only attended once so far, but intend on attending tonight! I wonder what they will think of it, let me know what you think of it!
 The goldfish was swimming round and round, making Susie feel quite sick as she watched. Her stomach was already roiling at the idea of what she was about to face, and the constant circular motion of the brightly coloured fish wasn’t really helping matters.
 She wondered if the fish had any ability to think whatsoever. What would it be like, she wondered, to just swim around, constantly seeing things anew? Would it just be a round of oooh, there’s a rock, oooh there’s a shipwreck, oooh there’s a weed, ooh there’s a rock, etc? Or do those things not even register at all? Are they just shapes, colours of simply blurs? It would be interesting to see the world from another’s perspective. To see the world the way a dog does, or the way a horse or cow or tarantula does. Instead of just seeing it from the same perspective, through the same set of eyes, with the same thoughts, the same patterns of ideas. Susie would have given anything in that moment to have been in another’s shoes. She would even have changed places with the goldfish if she could have, surely having a three second attention span had to be better than the constant torture of the thoughts that swirled around like toxic fumes in her overtaxed brain.
 A creaking noise to her left made her look up suddenly; her heart thudded in her chest and she held her breath, waiting to see if the door was about to open, and her worst nightmare about to unfold. When a cat pushed its way through into the room she let out her breath in a rush, her heart thudding against her ribcage in relief. She was spared, if only for a moment. She watched as the cat eyed up the goldfish, swimming in its seemingly aimless circles, and wondered what the world looked like to the tabby. Did it see the fish as a fish? Or merely as food? Or even just as a moving target with which to play with? Susie didn’t fancy the fishes chances much, and as she watched the narrowed concentration of the cat, she was suddenly glad that she had not changed places with the fish, at least the horror that she faced would scar her more emotionally than physically.
 The cat continued its death stare, silently following the fish, its tail swishing in anticipation. The poor fish swam on regardless, completely oblivious to its fate, making Susie suddenly wish that she could be the same, oblivious, happy, content. It would be better than this. It would be better than sitting here, white knuckles gripping onto the edge of the chair, sweat trickling slowly down the side of her face, her heart jumping at small noises.
 Before her own ears picked up on it, the cats ears pricked backwards, towards the door. Silently, without moving a muscle, Susie slid her gaze across from the fishbowl to the door. Within moments, she thought she heard a footstep. Her breath now caught in her lungs, she sat rigidly as the door creaked open, so slowly that it seemed to be taunting her. An outline of a person stood silhouetted against the gleaming bright light beyond.
 “Susie Wilkinson? Please come this way…”