And so, I was writing to a deadline last week. And by last week, I mean I started writing at 7pm on Saturday and was still writing at 3.30 am on Sunday morning. I went up for NYC Midnight again this year, and this time I even liked my writing prompt. My writing week stretched before me like sun in The Bahamas. Hint: I’ve never actually been to The Bahamas. But I have written short stories before. Not a lot…
