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.