To write blindly for twenty minutes without any aim or direction and no stopping till the 20 minutes are up. What do you suppose a writer would write about in 20 minutes? What do you suppose someone would talk about if they knew they only had 20 minutes to talk? As I’m having a menopausal moment of heating up from the inside out I suppose one could talk about that… One thing I did notice a couple of summers ago while experiencing a memorable hot flash. I remember thinking it would be awesome to have all my long hair chopped off for the summer and how much cooler and easier it would be to care for. ( 12 mins into writing this ) Wrong! I went ahead and cut my hair short, style’n, looking good, until I went to blow dry my hair the next day. It didn’t seem to matter how long I stood there trying to get my hair dry. It seemed like the longer I had the hair dryer pointed at my head the wetter my hair got. Having a hot flash while trying to dry your short hair in the summer heat, is futile. Twenty minutes are up….