Dammit! I finally psyched myself up to stay after work and actually write something for once, and actually pulled up my novel to work on the rewrites, and suddenly half the department decides to stay late, and they all think I'm still on duty. So every few minutes somebody's coming up here to my desk -- ignoring my headphones, ignoring the fact my phone is forwarded to voice mail, ignoring the fact that all of my desk lights are turned off, and ignoring the fact that I'm ignoring them -- to ask me for help with something. It's making it just a little bit hard to get into a creative flow. To top it off, I finally managed to read through my chapter one rewrite, only to find that a good portion of it is missing. It's been months since I worked on this thing, I don't remember what I wrote, but I know it was good, and now it's gone.

*grumble*

I'm going home now to watch Buffy. I'll try to be a writer again tomorrow.