I am filled with restlessness. I feel like every quote on the subject applies to me and I look around to find a source and heap it with blame. Maybe it's the cold slow spring, maybe it's the equal parts charm and challenge of being home with my pre-school boys, maybe it's the projects I've engaged in their dull three-quarters phase.
I do believe that the only solution is to do the work. When I feel discouraged, I read an encouraging thing, like this numbered writing advice from A List Apart, by Mark Bernstein.