I wrote 6000 words on Saturday, which for me is significant. First, I produced 2000 words at Peet's Coffee in the morning. I walked the two miles home, thinking about my characters the whole way. It was chilly and raining when I arrived, and I had the house to myself, so I lit a fire and put on some Gregorian Chants. Sitting in my favorite leather recliner, with my feet toasty and our lab at my side, I churned out another 4000. Then I gave myself permission to watch Game One of the World Series, even though without the Red Sox playing, the experience lacked passion. Today, the house is full with no chance of quiet. Question: Can I reach my goal of 5000 words sans ambience? Here goes ...