Like that one guy said: Good writers borrow, great writers steal. Welcome to the place where all things have been lifted, looted, and otherwise pilfered…Remember, possession is 9/10s of the law.
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.