The more copy that I write, the more firmly I believe in an evil entity that forces authors to over-write to one degree or another. I'm sure he's a gleeful little jerk, perched invisibly on the shoulders of folks with serious deadlines and word count restrictions.
Two years ago, the fear was thus: "A million words?! Holy pickles! How the hell am I going to write a million words?!"
These days, it sounds more like this: "A million words?! Holy pickles! How the hell am I supposed to keep it under a million words?!"