Yesterday was a 3,000+ word day. Some of them I may even keep.
It can be a peculiar sensation when you get into the zone like that, finding yourself pulled almost hypnotically back to the keyboard and monitor, even after you've decided to pause long enough to, oh, fetch the kids from school, supervise the homework, make dinner, run baths, walk the dog, fold the laundry, read bedtime stories . . .
Of course, you end up with only four hours sleep.
And then you realize that if every day were this productive, you'd be within reach of polishing off a book a month. Eight years at that rate and I'll have caught up with Wodehouse. And the only snag is that nobody's actually paying me to do it.
P.S. Solved the problem of which of the two ripostes to use (see "Now I remem--" ) by coming up with a third one. The same method that the Council of Constance used in 1414 to end the Great Schism of Western Christianity.