(One of the signs of maturity in a writer is choosing not to do something just because you can, I fear. Or possibly, like most allegedly mature wisdom, it's a sign of being too tired.)
Meanwhile, I have about 2,000 words for today, and I think my plan for now until Friday is to churn away at this thing and get as much done as I can. Grim determination may suffice where inspiration fails.
In other news, art for the Drabblecast release of "Boojum" on the artist's feed here.