5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“pretending seems organic to you”

When she decided to start over, it was with a total and complete blank slate, or so she thought. She took nothing with her but her car, a new phone and number, which she gave no one. She essentially disappeared, changed her name, “started fresh.” And she thought she did it well.

She’d sold everything to have money to start over with, and she’d decided that rather than select a place to go specifically she would simply drive until she decided to stop. She let her music app choose her songs for her, discovering artists she never would have heard of otherwise. And she loved it.

She paid attention to signs telling her how much further til the next gas station, but otherwise ignored everything, even her speed thanks to her car’s speed control. She watched trees fly by, deserts, mountains and lakes. Building, buildings, buildings. Stretches of nothing but corn or wheat. She slept at rest stops, woken every few hours by a big rig pulling in or a cop telling her to move on.

“Why call it a rest stop if you’re not gonna let me rest?” She screamed at one officer, then ducked her head, ashamed and apologizing.

She was becoming someone new, pretending; the pretending becoming organic, natural, so that she no longer knew who she was trying to leave behind. Or why.

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Blow Your House Down, by Gina Frangello.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“if you proceed, you will change things”

The choice is simple, she imagines, I go forward or I don’t. I take the risk or I stay safe.

The fortune from her uneaten cookie leers up at her mockingly: If you proceed, you will change things.”

No shit, she thinks to herself before sighing.

What’s the worst that can happen, she wonders. If I go forward with this plan, if I take the risk, I could fail. And that will be a little embarrassing, sure but is that it? I’ll lose a little money, too…roughly a couple hundred bucks…which I can’t exactly afford right now. Still….

She rubs her hands across her eyes, her forehead, back around to her neck. Taking a deep breath she contemplates when happens if she doesn’t move forward: she’ll always be stuck in a job she hates…even if she changes jobs. There’s no such thing as a job she would love. She knows this, she’s tried tons of them, has friends in jobs she’d never considered or even heard of in some instances. She knows she’d hate their jobs too.

That’s the thing that gets her moving, not the possibility of failure, but the fear of never having tried to create something other than what she already knows is waiting for her. She’s a coward.

And yet, everyone calls her brave. She tells people what she’s doing, more out of nervousness than pride; and every last one of them tells her how brave she is. She laughs, if they only knew…

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from The Writing Life, by Annie Dillard.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“a skylight over my bed”

It’s something I’ve always wanted, something my brother had growing up: a skylight over my bed. In my brother’s case, we called his room The Moon Room, because he could see the moon through his skylight. I don’t remember it myself, only hearing about it all my life, a sort of memory for me through the stories of others such that it becomes hard to untangle the truth from the fiction.

At any rate, I’ve always wanted a skylight over my bed, a way to see the stars at night, the moon. Only I don’t want a little skylight, the common skylight seen at massive warehouse DIY stores where the employees wear blue or orange and don’t have any better idea how to do things that I do, but are trained to listen for key words and then direct you down an aisle.

What I want is custom. What I want is a room of glass, a room where everywhere you look you see the outside, so much so that the outside comes in, so much so that I’ll regret it in summer and in winter, the punishment of letting Nature into such close proximity.

Someday, maybe.

Until then, I go outside for my fix of stars. The white swath of The Milky Way Galaxy which I can both see and recognize that we’re somehow a part of. A conundrum, like memories and stories. Like a skylight that was never mine, that I don’t remember but have always wanted.

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Waltzing the Cat, by Pam Houston.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“a fine line between precision and self-indulgence”

“There’s a fine line between precision and self-indulgence,” she says, looking smugly at me.

If only she knew she was right, that line has been made all the finer by her self-indulgent communications. Speaking to me but really speaking to herself, the same way she makes love, creates a sandwich, answers the phone…as though everything is really about her, especially when it is.

She calls her movements, her communication, her fucking “precise.” And I suppose it is. She has an expectation, she has a need, a desire, and this force that is her self must be satisfied. Still…while it’s dizzying at first, sucking you in, gracing you with it’s ethereal existence, time makes it grating, jarring, fucking annoying.

I could say “shut up,” but I don’t. I could simply walk out, walk away, move on with my life free from her pull…but I don’t. I can’t. Not really. But I can only put up with so much of this….

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Writing Down the Bones, by Natalie Goldberg.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“you go back and begin again”

There was nothing for it. She’d given it her best shot, done all the things, tried all the pleas, and nothing was changing. Nothing was getting better. There was nothing for it then but to go back and begin again. Only not with this person, not in this situation, not in this life.

She would go back to the last time she remembered being happy, being confident, being free. She would sell off everything and return to Europe. To the train and the sights and sounds of new realities with every waking. Perhaps this time she wouldn’t get violently ill between Turkey and Romania. Perhaps this time she wouldn’t get stuck in the hostel of the masseuse who thought all white women were from Australia. Perhaps this time she would respond to one of the “Aussie Girl! Hey, Aussie Girl!” taunts with a direct “Feck off!” instead of picking up her pace, averting her eyes, scuttling like a crab.

It wouldn’t take long to regain her long stride despite her short legs, to regain her erect posture despite the weight of the backpack she carried, to regain her confidence, her assurance, her truth. It wouldn’t take long before she’d begin again, back in that place where solitude felt like company.

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Letters to a Young Writer, a speech by Colum McCann.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“sometimes the things I did really didn’t work”

It surprises me, it really does. I always think I have such great ideas, but somewhere along the way, they fail. Somewhere between A and B there’s this mid-way sort of bump in the road or something and suddenly, this idea, this thing I was so sure of, just doesn’t work.

Like time travel, for example. I was sure I had time travel down. I’m a physisist after all and I’ve studied all the science and even the Hollywood pseudo-science (which really is just plain voodoo but makes for good couch potato sessions). So anyway, I know what’s what and how it could all work, in real life, not in the movies.

I was sure I could go back a year, not long in the grand scheme of things, and therefore much easier, much more obtainable, doable. If I could just go back that one year I could change thing just enough, just that small twerk to make it so that my dad didn’t have to die. I mean, eventually he’d die, we all die eventually, but then, at that moment, it was preventable. And I was going to back and prevent it.

Only it didn’t work. The time travel. I mean, it kinda worked. I was able to jump back to a month ago, then to six months ago, then to three months ago. But it was all chaos. I never knew when I’d be jumping back to or for how long. It sometimes took me as long to recognize when in time I was as it would have taken me to do anything about it. But it should have worked, and even though I learned a little more each time, I wasn’t getting where I needed to be, I wasn’t getting to where

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Make Good Art, a speech by Neil Gaiman.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“song of the Disciplined Half-Ass”

I’d been working for so long, so many years of being ignored, unappreciated, passed over…and for what? So that I could come in on my birthday and be told I was being let go? That’s some shit. And I’d worked my ass off for that company. Literally, no ass left. They called me “Mark, no ass.” Okay, well, maybe not. But seriously, I did weekend and I did evenings and I swear to god when the boss came up and said shit like, “I’m gonna need you to come in on Saturday,” I was all over it. Sure, boss! Not a problem. That was me.

But not anymore. Fuck that shit. Cause now I’ve learned, haven’t I. It doesn’t matter how much you bleed on the capitalist corporate community, they want more. They’ll bleed you fucking dry, man. So now, now I’m the Disciplined Half-Ass. But no one calls me that to my face. I’ve made a job out of being just good enough not to get fired. Just good enough not to be noticed. Just good enough that no one needs me on evenings or weekends and no one pays attention to me when it’s time for layoffs either. I’m like the fly on the wall, but without the buzzing, cause that shit would draw attention. And that ain’t me. Not anymore.

Because here’s the thing, we all want to be loved and appreciated and told that we make a difference, that we matter. But that’s the stuff you save for your personal life, your private life. You don’t need that shit from your j-o-b and if that’s where you’re getting it you are fucked. And I mean capital F Fucked!

The world is your playground man, go have fun! Meet the people who will bring you joy and who you can bring joy to. Th

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“a man of wide reading”

He’d always considered himself a learned man, well read, going deep into topics he found interesting, a jack-of-all-trades and ignoring the master-of-none. His insight was always welcomed in the circle he travelled, for everyone in them knew he was a man who knew things, “a man of wide reading,” they’d say. And he consumed their adoration like air, like water, their adoration the thing keeping him alive. It’s not easy, however, to be a man of wide reading. It requires time, patience, and the ability to remain curious about anythin and everything. This would seem appear, but it truly is not. For how is one to be curious about something like a stubbed toe, an egg that doesn’t hatch, or a lost set of keys. And yet…. It was only as he leaned into the things he’d previously ignored, only when he picked up the medical book he’d been avoiding based solely on it’s recommendation by someone whose tastes he found basic that he discovered a stubbed toe could be interesting, could actually be so much more, could be related to spinal chord injuries, brain injuries

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from The Situation and the Story by Vivian Gornick.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“you won’t fool anybody”

“You won’t fool anybody, dressed like that,” he sneered. “They’re all gonna know you’re trash.”

She considered pausing, the application of her lipstick almost complete, but didn’t. She finished out the bottom lip, pursed her lips together, grabbed a tissue and put it between her lips. A gentle press, the tissue rolled up and thrown away. She was slipping into her shoes, the ones from the thrift store that looked brand new but had cost her “only” three precious dollars.

“They all gonna know the minute you open your mouth and them bitchy little words start falling out.”

She had slipped the shoes on now, they fit her right foot perfectly but the one on the left was slightly too large. It had been a problem her whole life and she always tried to by a half-size bigger and let her right foot swim a little. But beggars can’t be choosers, or so she’d been told. She grabbed the same purse she’d been using

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Making a Literary Life by Carolyn See.

5 Minute Stretch

5 Minute Stretch

“she locked the bathroom door”

They were a family that only locked doors when they were out: restaurants, hotels, gas stations. At home, the very idea of closing and locking a door was the antithesis of the home they’d created. The act of closing a door could be acceptable for a phone call or a nap, although even then doors tended to be left open, a quick retreat from one room to another, all that was required. The forethought required to close and lock a door, the meaning of the lock in particular, was not lost on anyone. Who were you keeping out and why, were we not a family? And yet. She locked the bathroom door, and not a quick closing and turning either, this was subtle, surreptitious, the door brought to a close with a slow and deliberate attempt at silence, the handle held at full rotation to keep metallic parts from clanging, the lock turned with bated breath and a prayer that it wouldn’t make an echoing click. Her face burned with the shame of it but she tried to ignore it.

5 Minute Stretch Exercises are a creation of Laura Munson and were learned at Haven Writing Retreats. Write for five minutes, no corrections or stopping.
This prompt was taken from Another Name for Madness by Marion Roach (Smith).