The bad news is that I didn't cloister myself in the spare room for an hour and write. The good news is that I've written 1500 words so far anyway today. A good chunk of that was done by hand before I got out of bed this morning, and then transcribed after I exercised. I shot Jayne today, but never fear. He lives in this one. But...it's turning shippy.
How bizarre. *bangs head on keyboard*