That athletes or hackathon coders are celebrated for their endurance is taken for granted. Writers, meanwhile, are quiet achievers. Without fanfare or live coverage. And without the spandex or the energy drinks.
The London Writers’ Salon’s 24-Hour Writing Sprint came to a close, and I was there for half of those hours. The secret and joy of the sprint, however, is not endurance but rhythm.
Pomodoro-style sessions broken by ten-minute pauses on the hour: just long enough to stretch. Never quite long enough to cook or fold laundry. At peak moments (in the Kiribati Republic and on a boat in French Polynesia, if you must know), no fewer than 700 writers put pen to paper.
At quieter moments (Mauritius or the Maldives), there were never fewer than 200. Each session quietly “sponsored” by a writer or artist who offered a motivational quote and, occasionally, named their own work. The reading list grew by the hour.
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Originally posted on Mastodon, Bluesky, and LinkedIn, April 27, 2026.