Day Thirteen, Day Thirteen.

Today I was left alone to babysit two under-fives. Then I was told to write a ‘stream of consciousness’ play.

[…] the one thing that makes you special and the one thing that only you have, that internal voice that nobody else but you can hear, and now is the time to let it take over your pen (or rather, keyboard).

So write stream-of-conciousness, and let the words flow, including all the, uhms… and ooohs… and arghs.

While my peers wrote powerful and moving pieces about existential crises and the fundamental struggles of mankind, I wrote about being really tired and looking after kids while all your friends are at Harry Potter Studios.


Day 13: Alone With The Kids


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