Sometimes, there's just no flow.
I have lots of stuff to do, and it all remains undone.
I feel like a corked bottle... if I could just wriggle that cork free, I'd be good to go. I was thinking I don't know how to do that -- pull out the stops -- but that's not exactly right. I haven't really tried all that hard, yet. There's a sense of build-up, it will happen when the time is right.
Nota bene: 2AM is never the right time, no matter how persistently inspiration is tickling my brain.