Tonight was sublime. Ah, tonight was the kind of night you wait for, fingers crossed, thinking, why can’t all writing be so delightful, so fluid and natural? Why can’t I write such prose upon demand, why must I wait for the whims and whimsy of fate, or luck, or biochemistry? I wrote until I reached the beginning of the next scene which would carry me way past my 2,000 words, and it being almost 1AM already, decided to stop. Ah, bliss!