7 Minutes

She gave us the structure, she told us the form, we listened to Bessie Smith as examples, we played a few 12 bar run-throughs in different keys. Then she gave us 7 minutes to write our own blues song. And we did it. Mine was kind of stupid, but it was worthy of 7 minutes of work. First song I ever wrote. Yea, me!

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

5 thoughts on “7 Minutes”

  1. Mack was surprised how quickly he went down. It was a short but powerful uppercut that had him seeing stars, bars and birds. Now all he could do was wonder where he was, why he was there and what he was going to do next. “Five… six…”. Mack rose. “Seven…”

  2. Another 7 minutes for cake. Phone rings – it’s neighbour. Loves to talk. Never takes a hint. 6 minutes. Cake will burn. It’s his Birthday Cake. Must be right, mother-in-law will definitely comment. 4 minutes. Aaah! 1 minute. Hang up! Can’t – neighbour is my mother. Cake burns. I buy one instead.

  3. Was it only seven minutes ago? It felt like a lifetime since she heard the doctor tell her the results of the lab work on the specimen they’d taken from her breast only a few days ago. She sat in the uncomfortable chair opposite his desk as if coming out of a daze. She’d been stunned. She shook her head and blinked trying to hold back the tears. She asked, “Where do we go from here, Doctor?”

  4. I was in an all night flight and it was 7minutes to take off.
    What a lousy day I thought to myself. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. The past 3 days raced through my mind as I relived the trial. This was my first big story and I needed to get it right.

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