Well, of course Suuper! A slacker will never get things done if they put it off to the last minute!
I assure you, 500 words is easy to grind out in just 3 days. There's actually a Reddit post detailing how professional copywriters have to plan out 1000 words in a single day and have it ready for publishing (
https://www.reddit.com/r/writing/comments/si2rt3/my_new_job_wants_me_to_write_1000_words_a_day/). That's 1-2 hours of research, 4 hours of writing, and another 2 hours of editing. If there are people out there doing that kind of writing as a job, then 1 hour of you putting out just a little over a 100 words should be nothing! Especially if what you're writing is completely made up
I've decided on short stories as part of this writing contest since I know it's something completely doable for most people in a month, as opposed to writing an entire novel. It only seems daunting because you only see the "5,000" number. Trust me, when you start typing things on paper, you'll see just how fast 100 words can go by. If you really want to put into perspective just how little the writing per day actually is, I've torn out a piece of my writing from Project Cairlann over here, and included an excerpt from a short story titled "The Lottery".
Battle of Garagil Pass (173 words)
Lord Cuthred had a devilish smile upon hearing the news, and while any sort of joyful reaction from him would’ve been welcomed by now, Captain Halan and Chaplain Master Gebhart could sense the unease around the table.
“So the man wants to fight,” Lord Cuthred chuckled rather insidiously as he turned to the knights gathered before him. “That goat-sucking idiot thinks he can take us all on in an open field! I’m going to enjoy riding into Graehinstel with his head mounted on my banner.”
“We’ll send the heathen and his vile scum to Hell, my Lord!” a knight proclaimed. The others likewise concurred, though only through halfhearted cheers and nods.
Halan exchanged glances towards his master Gebhart. It seemed the others would not confront Lord Cuthred about the glaring issue of his overconfidence: they too were cutting eyes back at Gebhart to answer for them.
Gebhart cleared his throat. “My Lord, if Olvek is presenting himself to fight us here, then it is clear he intends to strike us with an advantage.”
The Lottery (171 words)
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o’clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 26th, but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took only about two hours, so it could begin at ten o’clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.
The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play, and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands.
Quite frankly, hitting that 5k word mark only becomes a problem if you allow the deadline to approach without any real work done. Trying to mash out 5k words in a single day is much harder than 5k words for 30 days, so don't procrastinate!
You most certainly have the power to finish this story!
Topic: [Project Cairlann] Writer's Short Story Contest - $100 Art Prize (Concluded) (Read 11902 times)
