The update:
As of 11:59 p.m. on 11/07 I have 5,785 words.

Morale:
So. Very. Tired. But looking forward to the three-day weekend. I will be antisocial and bash out 20,000 words (fine, don't believe me).

How I lost an hour of writing time tonight:
You may have gathered that my story involves Norse mythology. Every once in a while I need to check the spelling of a name or remind myself just who hewed what from whom, so I do a little Googling. Such is the nature of the Internet that I ended up here, and I couldn't stop laughing.

I mean, I really couldn't stop. I was weeping. Go look, I'm telling you.

Then I was afraid that I would be under the influence of kitties and Led Zeppelin (really, you have to go look), so I had to free up my imagination with a little alternative reading.

Favorite sentence-that-I-added-to-a-section-I-already-wrote of the day:

Like so many of the very, very good, Baldur is fascinated by the alluring mystery of the horrible.