It was 9:35 New Years Eve.
There I was, separated from the festivities in the other room, ear-buds equipped and fingers tapping. I was recalling details in my mind about the dramas I would put my selected characters through, and how I would weasel in the important information.
As I took a breath, flexing the out-of-shape muscles in my wrist and hands, I decided to check my word count.
I released a jmubilant shout as I read the number aloud to the good friends and wonderful people in the next room.
Happy New Year everyone. May this one be filled with many good words.