I finally worked up the nerve to do what I'd been dreaming of since my writing career took off...but my house remained small and full of interruptions.
I got myself a hotel room.
And let me say, it was pure bliss. I wrote for approximately twelve hours straight and rewarded myself with a nice midnight swim in the twenty-four hour pool. I subsided on junk food, cigarettes, four Red Bulls, and a six pack of hard cider. With no interruptions, no TV blaring, and no people around, I was able to really let loose with my imagination. So much so that my characters surprised me.
I wanted to get 8-10 thousand words written, but I only got 6 thousand. However, I also got the remaining scenes left in the novel outlined. All in all, I considered it an extremely productive endeavor and I highly recommend it to any writer.