Stuck

I know this happens to everybody, but I hate it. I'm stuck. The day job, life, whatever, has gotten into my head and I haven't been writing, and I'm not happy. I'm only happy when I'm writing.
I'm not really blocked. The ideas are coming; in fact, they come when I'm driving, when I'm in the shower, and when I'm trying to sleep. The words are there, but they're not getting put down on the page.

Tonight I thought I'd take a stab at venting a bit. The weather sucks. I need some sun. Work has become a soul-sucking pit.  I spend my life on the computer, and I'm just putting out fires, not really getting much done.   

Okay, I don't know if that helped. Maybe chocolate. I think I'll pull out that notebook and write  a few words.