Took a break from the photo passion this afternoon (although I did find time to buy another lens). I decided that I hadn't written in a while and had a terrific seizure of hypergrahia. Don't know if it was the pain pills for the back or the thoughts all bottled up that just needed to errupt, but I cranked out about 7,000 words in about 7 hours of constant writing. I am not sure if 1,000 words an hours is good or bad, but it seemed a good pace. If I wasn't so dog gone tired right now I think that I could have written through the night and had a complete novel by next weekend. The story may stink, but it was a lot of fun.