All right. Every night is dark of course. Heh. I meant that in "tone". My poor queen has just learned that her planet (and most of her people) has been destroyed by a "superweapon" that left the atmosphere full of toxic radiation. Very few were evacuated in time.

And unlike Princess Leia who watched her homeworld get blown to smithereens with only a bit of an anguished wince and a desperate cry, my queen absorbed this news by casting up her accounts and then fainting dead away.

Whew. What a scene to write.

Word count: 23,584.

Tomorrow I will be editing a 40 page paper for a friend. Yikes. I have no idea how much writing I'll be able to get done, considering. But I am hoping to reach 25,000 tomorrow night. It would be cool to know I reached the half-way point in 8 days.