Work--I does it.

Yesterday, I fixed the first half of "Thirdhop Scarp," which gets us all the way up to the yawning abyss into which my plot falls like a lemming, and which I still do not know how to bridge. Also, between yesterday and today, I've written 580 words of "The Werewolf Laura Stiles."

Words today: 580 (counting yesterday in with today for the sake of the metrics).
Words total: 580
Word goal: 5-7k. You know, like you do.
Tyop du jour: He turned to the cluck.
Darling likewise: He'd seen the wolves of the Monroe Pack. They marched in Gay Pride, and they marched in Fey Pride: tall, stern women with dark hair and light eyes.
Mean things: Bad student essays.
Quirks: Apparently, my werewolves are all to be played by Claudia Black. I admit, I cannot see any bad here at all.
Reason for stopping: I have to figure out how to introduce my protagonist to my plot.
Exercise: n/a. Still coughing.
Work outside the box: Went and let the vampires have some of my blood. Er, I mean, had blood drawn for lab work to see if the cholesterol medication is affecting the things it should and not affecting the things it shouldn't. Also--and may I add FINALLY--got a new battery for my watch.
Feline assistance: It's quiet. . . . Too quiet. Wickedness is no doubt occurring in some other part of the house.