The Muse doth insist

So, I had one of those nights, where I really, really, I mean really needed a good night's sleep. And of course, the muse decides it's party time. Determined to get much needed rest before I start another week at the coal mine, I ignored the muse. Which, of course, did me no good as it kept me up all night, playing out the plot it wanted to write, in my head until it all was there and the alarm went off.

So now, here in the slave pit, I have 1k written on my break with 4k to go! *lol* It's funny sometimes how the must can overrule sensibility.