John’s right. You can get smoked in a marathon.
Here’s my focus at the moment: I need 12,500 words by the end of this week at least, because I have to turn in at least 50 pages to the CWC. At the very least, I have to hit that. No exceptions. (Have I said ‘at least’ enough times?)
So, the bad news: I’m getting smoked.
The good news: The challenge is working like it’s supposed to. I’m getting words down after a very difficult block. After a period of “Nothing I’m doing is good enough.” “Everything sucks.” and “Why doesn’t someone please break my fingers so that I have a better excuse for not writing!” I’m moving again.
And I have to say this for my fellow competitors: You people can move words! Damn.
So, to put that into 4 words: I am losing badly.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.