What makes you want to sit down and write?
I have been reading through the dozens of unfinished wips in my files, and I can plainly see what made me start them...but I can't seem to see why I stopped writing them. Sigh. It's a shame I can't regain the momentum on those that I stopped writing...some of them would be great books.
I always say to folks who ask how I write, that I don't actually "write"...I "channel". It's as if my muse grabs me by the scruff of the neck and drags me screaming and whining to the computer and plunks my fanny down and says "do this or else". Then I start writing, and nothing stops me until I have a book. Unfortunately, my muse must have gotten pretty tired of that, because now she just glances up at me and goes back to eating her box of Godiva and sipping her mint julep as she reads somebody else's book.
Unfortunately, I can no longer sit back on my laurels and not write...my last royalty check was a big reminder of why I must actually write. Ah, the pain of not being able to sit back and collect money while doing nothing. So I have fished out one of the wips that grabbed me last time through and I have begun to add to the plot...flesh out the hero...and change why the heroine is in her predicament.
I think it's time for me to move my computer back into my own bedroom, because I am used to writing at night, and now I can't do that, because the spare room contains my grandson's bed. And guitar. And clothes. And it's no fun at all to pick my way over the landslide of junk to get to my computer to write while he is at work.
Sadly, families these days are finding it harder to survive in separate households. I raised the kid, and he went out on his own for a few years, but had some very bad luck. So I let him move back in...which is no hardship, except for the space issues. Groan. Looks like tonight I will be moving furniture again.
Maybe with the computer in my own room again I will find the will to sit down and write.