Day 3 writing this story and I'm now at 6000+ words and--once again--they still haven't met the aforementioned fertility goddess.  Surprisingly, Teal'c is turning out to be the funny-man of this tale, deliberately delivering his dead-panned responses to all things curiously Tau'ri.  This only goes to show that I have absolutely no control over where my stories go... I have an idea of where they start, an even more vague idea of where they finish, and absolutely no frickin' clue what happens in between until it unfolds in Arial 10pt font.

Why only 2,000 words per day?  Well, a lot of that has to do with the fact that I am researching the mythology as I go, which in turn influences what could happen in the story.  Initially, remember, this was a light-hearted little romp doubtlessly involving booze and mistaken identities and hardly any influence was to be placed on the mythology of a train wreck.

It also has to do with the frequent breaks which must be taken to extract my kitten's questing paws from my keyboard.  Go figure.