a step to the left and whoosh

My desk does not face the window. Too distracting. It faces the kitchen, which is equally distracting considering that Pigskin Porkchop and I will talk across the bar, and our conversations are always epic.

Anyway, my desk does not face the window, so when I turned around after writing 5000 words I was stunned to find sun light. Clock declare it 7AM! I haven't done this since London and that was when the sun came up at four.

So, feeling good. 5000 words and on edit, they're not bad. It'll be a good first draft. Thanks to mallyns and cheebs for the good wishes. You guys ROCK!

In other news:
j_crew_guy is hosting a Joyce fic-a-thon.

Go sign up, kittens!