I got the words, just before bedtime. 40500 now.  I would have had very little difficulty really, save that the dog decided to be horribly ill just as Dan left for a few hours.  And to stay ill.

I got the words by inventing an interior monologue for my hero, in which he starred as Captain Cliche.  He was saving an author from a dreary life in which fiction was not getting written.  You’d love it, really.  It’s top shelf.