Howver, I have 1029 words, which is a respectable day's work, and I think I can write more tomorrow. And maybe the day after that. And then some Friday. And then I may be done.
I suppose I should actually dramatize this scene instead of just writing, "And then he went to ask for help and got slapped down, just as he had known he would." Sigh. Sometimes it's so much easier to be a bad lazy writer. And yet, being a bad lazy writer does not make good books.