With it, not on it.
5063 words of crappy draft. Or rather, 5063 words of some admixture or good and bad; I know there are bits in it that work just fine. Unfortunately, they’re nowhere near a majority.
Doesn’t matter. 5063 words = done. I’ve finished “Chrysalis,” and before the end of the month, too.
Now it’s out of the way, and I can decide later what to do with it.