This is Simon C. Larter. He’s Scottish. He’s adorable. He’s going to cry like a little girl when I beat him at our current contest. Our goal is to make some major headway on our current WIPs. He’s planning to write 5,000 words a week. I’m planning to write, edit, and polish one chapter a week. Do you know how you can help us? Write us encouraging emails. Draw us pretty pictures. Let us put these shiny things up on our blogs. Think I’m kidding? I’m not. 5k is a lot for a busy man to write. My chapters are tearing my heart out. So any support is welcome support.
This has been really helpful, actually. I thought that I didn’t have time to write anything this week, but I really, really hated the thought of losing. I scratched out some time and hit my goal, and I don’t think that I would have done so otherwise. Rock on. Thanks for the help, S.
But alas, real life intruded and Simon didn’t make his quota this week. What does that mean, you ask? It means that I AM THIS WEEK’ S WINNER! And for my prize, I get to run a picture of Simon’s tattoo on my blog. I love tattoos. It’ll go up on Monday.
Victory is sweet.