Today shall go down as the day Erin passed her nemesis, Baxter, after twenty-four days of trailing his speedy tail. Yeah! Let’s hear it for the racing snail! Of course, knowing him he’ll probably post 5,000 words tomorrow, but that’s beyond my control. I’ll just savor this little moment here. Tonight’s writing ended up being 1,600 words all in a single scene, so it was like hitting a nice straightaway. This is good since the juggling of obligations to keep up is beginning to feel difficult. That’s partly the holidays talking, but if I can be writing 750 words an hour on straightaways, I’ll absolutely take it.