All my friends are making money from their blogs. Loads of money.
I am not.
I just haven’t written. My life is busy. When the moments come, I write again.
But, today, the moment hasn’t come. I’m doing it for the money. I’m just going to write anything.
One day, there was a pair of rough hands. The hands were itchy and cranky, because there wasn’t a big pile of money in them.
“How do we satisfy that,” said one of the hands. “I am sure there is a big audience out there that would be so sympathetic to our cause; they will be gripped in the story.”
I am the writer. They probably won’t be. But, it might make a bit of money.
The right hand responded.
“How can we get a big pile of money in our hands?”
“How honest would you like to be?” replied the left hand.
“It depends on what you mean by honesty?” said the right.
“Oh, come on. Honesty or not honest. A very simple question.”
“I don’t care,” said the right hand.
“I want a name,” said the left hand.
“We’ll call ourselves Leftie and Righty,” said the right hand. “Personally, I don’t care unless there is cash in my hand.”
“Don’t you mean, ‘our hands?’” said Leftie.
“Of course, leftie. Of course. We share everything.”
“Everything?” asked the left hand.
“Most things,” responded the right.
“So how will this story end?” asked the left hand. “Will we get lots of money?”
“Yes,” said the right hand. “I’ve got a great plan.”
“What is it?”
With that, the right hand continued to talk about his plan. I haven’t got a clue what that plan is, I’m only the writer.
No picture today. Takes up too much time.
Freewrite task by 
Hold on.
"We need a picture," said Leftie.
"Why?" said the right hand.
