Humph. Well, last night I increased my word count to 6576, which I realize is not too shabby. But it wasn't what I would call a "productive" writing period. I have no idea why, but my mother (who couldn't sleep, apparently) kept coming down stairs and banging around in the kitchen, or pacing around on the extremely creaky floor directly above me, and I just couldn't seem to get past it. Which is a little weird actually. Usually, I'm pretty good at tuning things out, though admittedly, I still write MUCH better in the dark and dead of night.

I'm hoping to reach at least the 9000 mark tonight, even though I'm really kinda exhausted.