After putting in my eight hours at the office, I pounded out 3,000 words on a new story I started today. A few hundred more and she'll be done. Got the idea last night and when I woke up several scenes were finished in my head. I think I'm too close to it to tell how bad it is but at least I'm having fun writing it. Maybe I can make it a little less bad after the fact.
Once done, I can return to the story I started on Monday and continued on Tuesday. Now that one I positively know stinks, so there's no room for hope :-)
Man, those oatmeal cookies were good. The energy drinks don't hurt either.