Why, oh why, do I deliberately sign up for 24 hour writing contests, and try and convince myself it's for fun? Hmmm...a root canal or a femur break is fun too, right?Okay, it's not that bad, but having your head suddenly combust into flames from writing so fast is still painful.
As I look over the tapas size couple of lines they give the contestants to expand upon; to carve out a very short, 900 word non-erotica piece of work, I become more in tune to how much I must enjoy this type of pain...
...so in my justification and obvious need for pain, I tell myself, "Self, writing these quick and not-at-all down n' dirty pieces is good practice." And then I mentally go through my self-inflicted pain list:
1. This will loosen up your need at trying and winnning a Pultizer Prize each time you write something non-blog related.
2. This excercise will help you become a faster and more proficient writer.
3. You like the pain, you know you do....
Did I mention the pain factor this causes me?
Suffice to say, I have 24 hours to write this piece. Wish me luck.
Ready, set, go....
Ciao
NB
