5K is about as good as it gets, for me. That's an exceptional writing day, and I only get two or three of those a year. (I wrote "This Tragic Glass" in two days, when I more or less did not stir from my chair. Today, I got up to pee, get more water, and (four times) to get something to eat.)
As you might expect, I am pretty freaking tired today, and if I do not actually cowboy up and write those last three scenes tomorrow, because I am a big sucker that way, I expect I will crash and burn instead.
Which is okay. Because Chill appears to have decided it needs a little time to cook, and since I have, you know, 20K, which makes me feel like this is a not a hopeless battle. And I just had a really good writing day that was almost not like dying by inches, I'm inclined to let it have that time to sit, and see if it comes back with a little more effortlessness as a reward.