The ups and downs up being masochistic

So my word dept has been expunged, but at what cost? Not only am I certain that the quality of my writing suffered greatly, as can probably be seen in this post I have reverted to a slightly flower drivel that is not fit to be published, but I also created a massive headache that makes me want to curl up and sleep through the winter. Or at least november.

Ow.

The last 400 hundred words or so were the hardest but I managed to reach quota, pulling from 2 days behind, surpasing the expected 21 671 by 174 words, each more painful than the last. The only good news is that I am taking longer than expected in plot development meaning that I shouldn't run out of story before i reach 50 000 words.

The downside?

Worse crap than usual. By an extreme margin.