The ultimate queue...

                                                                                       
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I'll be honest. I struggled with what to write for my blog post this month.

No idea came. Nothing. But there was a faint glimmer of light on the horizon. The Alpha season was starting again soon, surely that would provide an idea. And it did!

Alpha writers is an email group that I'm part of, and this will be my forth season with them. Every three weeks, one of the group sets a writing challenge and we each have up to 300 words to write on it, and then we vote and comment, anonymously on each other's pieces. 

The first challenge of this season is an interesting one - To write an internal monologue of a person stuck in a queue. 

This throws up all kinds of options. What kind of queue first of all? Supermarket, bus or post office? Concert ticket, sporting event, passport, leaving planet Earth? 

Then what style do I write it in? Serious, comedic, dystopian? 

All kinds of ideas have come into my mind. I really should have captured them all. 

I've even had the idea of a gladiator waiting to go and fight in the coliseum. 

It needs to be engaging and entertaining. Do I want to amuse my reader, make them think or scare them?

What other ideas will my fellow writers have? Some say go for your first idea as that's the one your meant to write about, others say dig deeper for the more original idea. 

Sometimes, when I've written other challenges, it's only as I start to write that either the ideas come to me or I decide to discard them as it's clearly not working. On more than one occasion the words have come to me as I've raced against the clock desperate to submit something before the deadline - which this time is the 21 September, just in case you were curious. 

Of course there is one ultimate queue I could write about - the queue where I wait to be judged by Christ - as we read about in 2 Corinthians 5:10 and Romans 14:10. 

How long would that queue be? Would I even be in a queue, or would it be more like a waiting room? Would I be waiting with others or be on my own, Who would I be waiting with? Standing behind an archbishop and in front of a pickpocket or random member of the public? Would I talk with them, be too nervous or excited or terrified?  I'd like to say I'll let you know once it's happened, but I don't think that will be possible. 

How do you feel about queues? Do you love them or loathe them? What sort of queue would you write about? I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments or on Facebook. 

Martin is a writer, baker, photographer and storyteller. He's been published in the ACW Christmas anthology and Lent devotional. He's currently honing his craft at flash fiction and you can find him on Twitter here. 










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