Today, I wrote 1,000 more words of the one where Marius is a booby and Cosette is a marine biologist specializing in seabirds, and I wrote 100 more words of the one where Valjean's magic penis cures TB. Because I write high-brow canon-based fic.

Tomorrow I get to spend 16 hours working the election, so either it will be very boring and I will write a ton, or I will be running off my feet all day. Or I will be bored but still not write anything. One of those.