Squeaking the deadline by at least three hairs.
I never pulled an all-nighter to write a paper, but apparently I will pull them for stories.
(It isn’t really an all-nighter. The sun hasn’t risen yet.)
Something like 2K tonight, and now “And Blow Them at the Moon” is finally done. 8,120 words, which can certainly be tightened, though what the word-count effect will be of making the story actually work, I couldn’t tell you. And right now, I don’t care. I’ve got the damned thing on the page, and at the moment, that’s all that really matters.