Wrote about 1,600 words today in a short story I'm tentatively calling, "Ours Is the Prettiest".  I was in the subway train on the trek back home from visiting my mother.  I get travel-sick if I try to read or write in a moving vehicle, so I ruminated instead.  And some of the most knotty plot problems in the story began to unravel.  I began the rewrite as soon as I got home.  I think I know where the story's going now. Or how, rather; some of the "where" is still vague.  Good timing, too.  The story's due in 8 days.  My ability to produce writing on schedule is still way chancy post Anaemia Hell, but I really hope I can get this one done on time.  I decided not to post an excerpt here from this draft.  For a short story, it felt as though it might reveal too much.