So, yesterday, my writing blues had magically vanished, I got over 1200 new words written, a bunch of ideas, and it was all I could do to force myself to quit and finally go to bed. I would have stayed up and written another 1000 words. I was cruising! Now, it wasn't good writing. The first part was all present tense, me telling the story to myself, which is always the best way for me to get going if I've been stuck, and then it gradually turned into actual writing as I pressed on.
I'm actually looking forward to tonight, to picking up where I left off.