Paranoia strikes deep... Into my life it creeps... It starts when I'm afraid... I step out of line; the man comes and takes me away...
Such is the life of a writer under the gun. Looming in my near future is the deadline: 10/30/2026, 9:18:00 AM.
I'm a bit over the halfway mark of the required number of words. I understand that, to make it in under the wire, I must carry on like the wayward son. There'll be time to rest after my work is done. But honestly, since I'm a pantster, this may kill me if I make it and shatter me if I don't. But I must persevere, not win money or fame, or the trappings those things bring. But to prove to myself, I still got it. I can still get the job done and hold my itty bitty head up high. I'll write on and get 'er done.
Everyone, have a great time reading the stories. Those of you can read the whole shebangs, enjoy, vote, and give every writer a little love. That's why we write: to give pleasure, provoke thought, or surprise you with a twist now and then.
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