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.