Woo-hoo! While helping the husband move cubicles (or rather, after helping the husband move cubicles and while waiting for him to hook up the complicated monstrosity that is his workstation), I came from behind and hit my word count.
Which is almost unbelievable. After one day of incredible fatigue, one day of a much-later-than-expected social engagement, and one day of the hell that is dysmenorrhea (hey, it’s just a fact of life for some of us) I was at least 3000 words behind and still trying to work out what this one character was really doing here.
But I prevailed! Pancakes, here I come.