I've been unmotivated to write over the past couple of days, which is strange considering I'm writing a really long and interesting scene. I can't explain it, except that I'm barely at 2400 words after five days. What happened? Sure, I wrote this much in a day (and if I was lucky, in two hours) in November, but still. This is worse than writer's block. I know exactly what I'm going to write. I just don't want to write it. It's an unusual feeling.

At one point I thought that having nothing to do except write would be paradise. Unfortunately, once given the chance to do so, I find out that it's everything but. For one, my inspiration for writing comes from the world around me. When my environment never changes, when my daily life never changes, when I get stuck in a rut, so does my writing. I think this same rut explains why I am significantly more boring than usual when there's no change in my life--there's nothing new to talk about. It's time to change that.

I think this is why writing is so difficult for me right now.

On the bright side, I have completed embodiment every day so far. Go me.