Been having bad fibromyalgia pain, fatigue and brain fog, but I managed 536 words today towards my first final draft of novel-in-progress T'aint.  It's now 77,093 words long, and it'll become a tiny bit longer in a minute; as I was typing this, not yet quite out of the fiction-writing trance, I realised I'd created a perfect place today to introduce one of the elements I want in the story.  Here's a snippet from a few days ago.

"Okay, people," Mrs. Kuwabara called out cheerfully. I'd barely been back in school two weeks since summer break, but I'd already learned that my homeroom teacher Mrs. Kuwabara was cheerful about everything. "The bell's going to go in about ten minutes. Finish up the questionnaire you have in front of you now, because I have one more for you." She handed Jimmy Tidwell a stack of sheets of lavender-coloured paper. He stood up and started handing them out to the class.

Beside me, Ben sighed and rolled his eyes. "Oh, God," he muttered, "I don't want to know myself this well."

"Yeah," I said. "Don't people go blind that way?"

Ben chuckled. Mrs. Kuwabara had decided that it would be a good idea to spend the first week of term doing this boring old self-knowledge questionnaire, a little bit every day during home room period. She'd told us that no-one was ever going to read them unless we wanted them to, not even her, so we should write whatever we wanted.

I re-read the part of the questionnaire I'd just filled in. Mrs. Kuwabara had copied it onto sunshine yellow paper. Mrs. Kuwabara was big on colours. At the top of the sheet, printed in swirly black letters surrounded by scrollwork, were the words:

Five Things That Make You Happy