Every second of my day, except for those spent hugging my boyfriend or petting my cats, could be better spent writing.

I really was not happy with my efforts yesterday, so I drove to work without turning on the radio and let the alpah-waves lap away at my brain. When I arrived, I was inspired to write 1,257 words on what the moon pearl does, why Ambrosia is ruled by a prince (not a king) where the horrible, disgusting Sithwith, the demon cartographer and scribe who is chained to his library desk in the dungeon of the palace, came from.

Oh, it all fit together. I am so happy!

(edit) Total by end of day = 33,720