That was different.

Instead of a burned-tasting, over-pulled latte at Starbuck's just now, I got a weak-flavoured, under-pulled shot that I only know was in my cup because I could see the sort of tan colour in the residual milk foam when I got to the bottom of the cup. At least I didn't pay real money for it; it was on a gift card.

First Draft COMPLETE!

It's amazing what getting your life back from the toast-nibblers AND getting a massage can do for your creativity!  Tuesday, one day after my fabulous and looooooooooong overdue massage, I was bitching about not being able to get through a roadblock on my current novel.  And what happened right after that?  I WROTE 4495 WORDS TO FINISH THE DAMNED THING!  Sometimes bitching about a problem does make it go away. LOL!  I added in another 351 yesterday, and it still needs oodles of editing before going to my beta readers, but , hell, they're all too busy to read it right now anyway, so it can wait.  Besides, it could stand to cure a little before I dive back into it.

Still...DRAFT ONE IS DONE!  ::happy dances::