"What does it matter to you / When you got a job to do you got to do it well / You got to give the other fella hell."
Seriously, we were tempted to cut our Contest off early, because if your entries get any more awesome OUR HEAD IS GOING TO BLOW UP. But we're not here because our job is EASY, Author-friends, and we have what it takes to make it to the end. FIVE P.M. TODAY. YOU MAKE US PROUD.
Aaaaaand, we spent this whole WEEK on a rock-concert-and-sake-bender, which means we will be writing, like, fifteen thousand words of our Nanowrimo-totally-stalled-in-scene-two-and-already-we-hate-it-and-why-are-we-writing-about-orphans-again?-AUGH novel tomorrow. Wish us luck. It was a really good rock concert, though.