Writing accomplishment: Got back on track word-count-wise for the novel definitely not called “Dude, Where’s My Dragon?”.
A snippet:
The drive to the Biltmore gave her a chance to feel sorry for herself for a good fifteen minutes and then she decided it was time to get over it. Sure, a fire-breathing dragon the size of a small house was cool, but a shape shifted mouse was… Nope, she still needed a few more minutes to get over it.
OK, I’m hooked.