I love this part:
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This is why fests and deadlines and writing to prompts are so damned worthwhile, or should be were the ostensible requirements enforced rather better than they are. Like the need to fill the cupboards with food, these act to force you to write not when and as you like, but to order, even if you must loosen your stays and breathe deep of your smelling salts and actually buckle down and do an honest day’s work when you’d rather not, you poor, delicate flower, you.