As of this moment, I have 1151 words written out of my 50,000 word goal. Less than I want to have done between two days of writing, but the day is not over. It's not even 4pm, so I'm feeling quite optimistic.

Really, I have good reason to feel this optimistic. I didn't write yesterday. At all. No writing occurred. I instead cried a lot (hormones+stress+not enough sleep=Poor Steven) in the evening, spent most of my time during the day nursing people back to sobriety after the festivities of the wedding on Tuesday, and also some cleaning. (We're deliberately leaving out all the Alterac Valley games played for the sake of making it not seem so much like procrastination.)

The good thing is that something is always being procrastinated. At the moment it's not writing. At the moment it might be filing (which thanks to my headache is impossible anyhow--I can write without clear vision, but I cannot file without clear vision). It might also be all the fretting I tend to do about things that don't need to be fretted about so much. But it's not writing. I'm writing. Yay!