There's nothing like an ineluctable deadline to scare the shit out of you and get you to produce a whole bunch of sweet-ass word. See today, for instance: as the due date of my novel looms ever closer, a terror like unto the fear of God inspired me to write not just 5,296 words of the novel, but also 8 pages on the script for House of Mystery #21.
Possibly the most productive day I've ever had. So, 8 script pages = 4,000 words, that puts me at 9,296 words for the day. NOT BAD.