On Friday I did some gearing up, and on Saturday I wrote like some kind of possessed grizzly bear (a bear that's able to cogitate and type). I think I wrote more on Saturday than I've ever written, in a month where I've already written quite a bit. It seems like if I could keep up this pace, I could write a novel a month and then take a few days off at the end. But I don't think it's sustainable. I think. It might be worth trying. Probably not.
Anyway, for those keeping count (which includes me and my mom, maybe):
Friday: 3,753 words
Saturday: 12,083 words.