I finished writing a story tonight, just a few minutes ago, in fact. I wasn’t too sure I was going to make it, but I barreled through, since the deadline for submission is tomorrow. I’m going to take another look at it in the morning, polish and format it, and then submit it. The anthology it’s for is specific enough that I don’t know what I could do with the story if they decide to pass on it, but that’s out of my hands. I had a good time writing it — a mad, crazy time rushing to meet the deadline, but a good time nonetheless.
It’s made me wonder anew about the 3-Day Novel Competition. Maybe working under insane pressure isn’t such a terrible thing. It got results out of me this time.