That was part of the appeal of NPR's Three-Minute Fiction. For those who don't know, TMF is series of challenges issued to listeners to write a story which can be read over the radio in about three minutes, so clocking in at less than 600 words. Each round has its own prompt, and you have about a week to submit your response. Round 11 was dubbed 'Finders Keepers':
Write a piece of original fiction in which a character finds something he or she has no intention of returning.Ask and ye shall receive, oh keepers of the public radiosphere! I heard the contest announced while in the car, and by the time I got home I had a basic concept as far as why my character would not be returning what they found. It took me almost the entire week to whittle that down to a complete short story that I could submit without too much panicky self-doubt. Now it's in the hands of NPR staff and creative writing students. I'll be listening closely to the radio to hear if they read an excerpt from my story...
Another deadline which did not hold as fast was one at work. No boring office details, but the main project I work on, which is the main reason I was hired in the first place, had a major milestone that was been pushed back and back and back. It's something worthy of 'Office Space' or 'Dilbert', the way things kept cropping up. Last week was actually my two-year anniversary, and I'm proud to say that this afternoon, we reached that milestone. I think what made this particular deadline stick was the fact that someone scheduled a party/meeting to celebrate and declared that there would be cake.
Because cake is the universal corporate harbinger of miracles.