Take that, NaNoWriMo.

I beat you.
But I'm not going to stop writing.
Because I still have a ways to go before I reach the end.
I just wanted you to know that you'd been beaten.
Because you have.
By me.

That was a pleasant surprise.

Despite going on only 2.5 hours of sleep, that scene I wrote wasn't complete rubbish.
In fact, it was actually pretty good and only needed a few fixes this morning.
Apparently it was ready to be written.
And might have been the only thing keeping me awake.
Really.
It's weird being dead tired and then starting to write and not being tired at all.
At least until you stop.
Then you're tired again.
Like I said, weird.

Better than it sounds.

There is no way to say what this scene is about without someone giving me a weird look, so here goes:
The Gods go shopping.

Yeah.
You read that right.
The Gods go shopping.

Stop looking at me like that.
It's integral to the plot.
Really, it is.

(And it's not like it's a case of "We sent Thor to the mini-mart and he got confused.")
(They know exactly what they're doing.)

Skyfall

See it.

(But don't mess with James Bond's car.)
(He really won't like it.)

I'd say it's about time for her to come back.

She's only been missing since page three of the first file.
Page ninety of the fourth seems about right for her return.

(But it isn't as though I'd lost her.  I've known exactly where she was this entire time.)

The day was saved,

And everyone earned a much needed rest.
(Except for a certain someone who had to write an essay about why it's a bad idea to want to be a paperweight.)

Save the Earth,

Play baseball with a mystical object.

Yup, sounds about right.