Today’s task was to write for 30 minutes straight and do so on a timer (Lesson 6, Phase 3):

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MarkMiller2 Premium
30 minutes later:
The previous summer, 1965, the area of Los Angeles named Watts had exploded into anger and violence. For nearly a week the folks there burned and looted, turned over cars, fired guns and aimed to kill. The police, and later the National Guard, had little effect in controlling the bands of youth with a malignant revenge at the core of their hostility. I wasn't there.

As a third year high school student, a "junior", I lived well-protected in a northern L.A. suburb, attended classes and went on with my life. Although aware of the Civil Rights movement and sympathetic with it, the demonstrations in Watts were far away and did not touch me in any tangible way. Being well-fed, I could not understand their hunger. Being well-educated, I could not understand their desire for learning. Having a large, well-attended home in a clean, middle class neighborhood, I could not understand their poverty, their slums, and their seething resentment. Being white, I could not understand being black.

I had fallen in love, not with a girl, or even another boy...that would have been interesting, but with tennis. I played whenever I could on the week-ends and was a proud member of the high school tennis team. And the year after the riots, we were scheduled to play a match in, of all places, Watts.

Imagine, if you would, an all-white high school tennis team on a bus, traveling with the baseball team to save a little money, into the Heart of Darkness. There were about 20 of us on the bus, scared as hell and filling the future with imaginary, but very realistic, beatings and pain at the hands of last year's rioters. Why was such a match even scheduled?

The week before I handed my parents the high school field-trip permission slip which was protocol for each away match. Without even a raised eyebrow, my mother dutifully signed and handed it back to me without a comment. Strange for her, no comment, when I think about it. She, who would not let me play on the baseball team because some kid two years earlier had been struck by a fastball in the chest and died; she, who would not let me play football because of a possible concussion, or who would not let me ride a bike out of fear that a careening car might strike me dead; she, Mrs. Overprotection, said nothing about a tennis trip into Watts.

The tennis team was organized into 5 singles players, ranked, and two doubles team, also ordered. I was playing in the #5 singles position, usually preferring to play doubles but that day substituting for a player whose mother probably said, "No way are you going there."

Riding along with us were the two baseball coaches and our tennis coach. They were quiet and appeared tense. Oddly, I thought, they said nothing to address what we were all thinking and looking back on the situation, had I been a coach, I probably would have done the same. There are times when silence is appropriate and letting the team prepare inwardly is, well, an easier option. But missing was counsel and advice and an appreciation of the courage we all had to muster to mount that steed and ride into our fears.

We all left the bus and there waiting for us was the opposing teams, both tennis and baseball. There was tension, but we shook hands and the baseball team went to the diamond and we went to the courts. I believe my opponent was perhaps a year, maybe two, younger than I; he was certainly shorter...and considerably thinner. I beat him easily in two sets, and he seemed fine with that. All smiles and just happy to be playing. As was I. We won four of the five singles and both doubles matches. The baseball team also won quite easily. Riding home was a joyous occasion for players and coaches, alike. It all went just fine. But I did wonder what the experience was for the other team.
MMarcus Premium
That's cool you posted the text here. Well done!
Stella2 Premium
I put the pedal to the metal for 30 minutes and roughed out two drafts for two articles. Total: 893 words. But that is without any research or editing. I'm talking very rough. I will add to them as I go back to polish.
It's always fun to do that because you feel like you have really accomplished something for the day.
All the best! :-)
Fmarabate Premium
I got 385 words in 30 min. I think that is pretty good. That's 770 in an hour.

That tells me I should be able to easily do an article every day if I could just write and not have any research to do. This also proves that there is no reason that I should not be getting a lot more done then I am.
MJLaupp Premium
I came up with quite a bit of content but I knew that I would! One of the benefits to having been a piano player since I was 4 1/2 is my fingers move pretty quick! Where I get tripped up is in trying to edit as I go. I get bogged down in trying to create the perfect sentence in the first draft rather than just getting information down and going back LATER to "tweak". This can sometimes mean that lose momentum or that my train of thought stalls. It's a lifelong fight for me. But I definitely generated a decent quantity of work!
Kevin97 Premium
This was a challenging task, due to the fact I get distracted while writing easily. I managed to come up with 407 words, all I have to do is add one more point, clean it up, and post it! I was rather happy with my results. I hope everyone enjoyed this challenge too!