Well, yestereve was pretty unproductive for all parties concerned. In an effort to get ahead, I'd written maybe 100 words in chapter 8 when the phone rang. It was my mom. She said they were BBQing despite the heat and wanted to know if I was interested.
After giving the situation some thought for all of ten seconds, I said I'd be over shortly. I wound up throwing back a few beers with my dad and only got home around bedtime. Needless to say, I didn't feel like writing then.
If it's not unbearably hot today, I'm going to mow the lawn when I get home. This could lead to me losing the entire evening but it has to be done. If I start right away, I could be done in time to do some writing before bed. We'll have to see what happens.
In other news, The Magician King by Lev Grossman shipped this morning and I should have it Thursday-ish. I hope I'm finished with Darwin's Blade by then.