There may be better ways to start such a project: I ended up running out of my house this morning and forgetting my lunch. I was running around at work from the time I got there until I left 9 hours later. And I did it all on a handful of coffee cordials that I'd bought as a personal supply of Halloween candy.
So I reached my writing place frazzled, fraying at the edges, and swearing away from any more caffeine tonight. Tonight's opening was 500 words, which means that when I bring myself back here tomorrow, I will not be fighting blank page syndrome.