Do you ever have those days when you just want to eat cookies all day and go back to bed? When you're totally unmotivated and you don't feel like doing anything at all, even sleeping? For me they usually come on dreary Mondays. Most of the time a dreary day makes me feel romantic and creative - I want to sit by my window with a candle burning, all wrapped up in my scarf from France, and write amazing prose that will make me famous and rich. But every once in a while it just makes me want to crawl under a rock. What's the difference? What determines what kind of a dreary day it's going to be? If I knew, I don't know if I would change it. I read once somewhere that these down days are what give a creative mind something work with. How can we know happiness if we are never sad? How can we understand a character we're trying to write if we have never felt anything close to what they do - how can we expect a reader to feel anything if we don't write with integrity and honesty?
So don't be afraid of your cookie-eating-stay-in-bed-all-day-live-in-a-hole days. They give us perspective and experience. They give us life.