And now the Yuletide gets really panic-y

yuletideeeee!

Seriously wtf: I have labored over this thing and struggled and angsted, and got nowhere because this one scene would not work.

As soon as I drop that scene and approach it from a different angle? 2997 words and counting! I thought I had got to the end, surely one or two scenes more? It keeps spilling out, just ever so much better than it had been and I might actually be proud of having written this but the deadline!

Question, if anyone reads this who's had teeth pulled: All four wisdom teeth, in my case, are due to be pulled tomorrow. I'm sure tomorrow is a lost cause, but the day after? The 18th? Does anyone have a clue if I will be up for anything by then? And by anything I mean writing?

I don't even know how I'm going to react to the pain meds the dentist gives me. This is really worrying me.

To the good: I have a Christmas tree! A decent live one, I mean. Scottish pine! So now my house smells delightfully Christmasy. I plan to decorate it while recouping from the dentist! Yeah. >.>

ETA: 3151 words. Cannot write this scene when I'm dropping off, can only leave myself little notes. Wish me luck for when I wake up? x.x