1,904 words!

After my grump of this morning, I’ve decided that the number of siblings that Mucha had doesn’t matter for now.  What matters is that I get this writing malarky on the road – which I have.  1,904 words before tea time.  I could have written more, but now I’ve had some victory beer.  Day one and I’m over the necessary word count to be on track.  This will all change tomorrow, of course, as I can’t see me writing 1,667 words after a day’s ‘proper’ work, but for now I’m smug.