Generally I find that I do my best writing (or what I find to be my best writing, at any rate) when I’m either sick or very tired. Maybe it shuts off my filter for me. Tonight I feel a bit of both, but the words just aren’t flowing the way I’d hope they are. I’ve been staring at a blank page for hours now.
Sometimes the key can be knowing when it’s time to constructively procrastinate, and I think that time for me is right now. Back tomorrow.