35,900 words.  I think I pushed through the wall because I saw the end of the story so I started writing towards the end of the story but now I’ve arrived there too quickly and I have to come up with 15,000 words after the climax of the story – the climax was a stupendously large storm that wiped out an entire city – the nine people that were all having trouble thinking of things to do in the city are now sitting on an island that has been wiped completely clean.

Due to various unusual things (about which I am too embarrassed to report) they cannot get off the island and no-one can get on.

So – basically – what happened yesterday is I wrote about 7,000 words about a storm that moved them from an island with a city in which they were bored to an island without a city on which they are bored.

I move on – forging ahead – I can see the end – only 15,000 words left – so that’s a much better thing than yesterday morning.