I suppose the reason I managed 25 lines per day had as much to do with the deadline as opposed to any internal motivation. That said, to keep within the word limit I had to excise The Prologue to The Merchant's Second Tale, and consequently the epilogue hasn't yet been written.
One thing I've learned over the past ten days is that I work better if I'm scrawling ideas and lines of poetry on a whiteboard, with an online theaurus at hand (no rhyming dictionary, though!).
Anyhow, the bottom line is that I submitted the story to a short story competition four hours before deadline and hopefully won't get disqualified because my story's poetry.
Oh, and what's it about? - merchants who want to concentrate on business rather than having to keep their independently-minded wives in line! Don't worry though, the merchants are hardly likely to get away with it.
As a taster, below are 10 lines from the excised Prologue to The Merchant's Second Tale:
“The ancient fellow seized me by my cloak
And in a deep, resounding voice he spoke
Of strange events decades ago that lined
His frowning brow and made him lose his mind.
The yarn he spun (though reasoning he lacked)
I’ll now narrate as if his words were fact.
So listen up!” the Merchant urged, “and hear
The legend of the Master Puppeteer.”
Below are links to my Canterbury Tale published by Coscom Entertainment, my most recent Global Short Story Competition winner and my short-listed story for the National newspaper, Abu Dhabi's, annual short story competition :