A Writers Best Friend
You know those annoying timers, the kind that each tick sounds like someone's whapping your skull with a baseball bat, and then when the buzzer goes off, you jump out of your skin because it's so loud? Yeah. I wish I had one. Why?
5 Reasons You (And I) Need A Timer
1. The ticking noise is an audible reminder that you're on task, whether that task is writing, playing the hammered dulcimer, or digging a 6' hole in your front yard...not even kidding.
2. As irritating as the little bugger can be, it is a light at the end of the tunnel. A timer gives hope that you'll get a beverage-of-your-choice break soon.
3. It's a challenge. Just how many words can you write before the dinger dings? How many socks can you match? How many hedgehogs can you tame? Just saying.
4. A timer holds you accountable, like a prison warden wielding a taser. Work, thrall! WORK!
5. When friends come over and you're playing a game, and your doggone kids have lost the cutesey sand in the glass dealio, voila! Pull out your hand cranked beast and let the fun begin!
Sure, I could cough up the cash and get me an iPhone with an app, but there's something about one of these old school timers that reminds me of a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies about to come out of the oven. Which brings me to the point of the title of today's post...you didn't seriously think I was going to say a freaking plastic timer is a writers best friend, did you?
Nope. It's chocolate chip cookies.
5 Reasons You (And I) Need A Timer
1. The ticking noise is an audible reminder that you're on task, whether that task is writing, playing the hammered dulcimer, or digging a 6' hole in your front yard...not even kidding.
2. As irritating as the little bugger can be, it is a light at the end of the tunnel. A timer gives hope that you'll get a beverage-of-your-choice break soon.
3. It's a challenge. Just how many words can you write before the dinger dings? How many socks can you match? How many hedgehogs can you tame? Just saying.
4. A timer holds you accountable, like a prison warden wielding a taser. Work, thrall! WORK!
5. When friends come over and you're playing a game, and your doggone kids have lost the cutesey sand in the glass dealio, voila! Pull out your hand cranked beast and let the fun begin!
Sure, I could cough up the cash and get me an iPhone with an app, but there's something about one of these old school timers that reminds me of a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies about to come out of the oven. Which brings me to the point of the title of today's post...you didn't seriously think I was going to say a freaking plastic timer is a writers best friend, did you?
Nope. It's chocolate chip cookies.