Wasted Days And Wasted Nights

Sorry to get all Freddy Fender on you, but the title describes the last two weeks to a tee. I'm hoping that today's fiesta (or rather siesta) of uselessness has cleaned out my system and I'm ready to become a productive member of society again. I was under this illusion that once I made my first pro sale, something would click in my brain and suddenly I'd be cranking out stories like nobody's business. Didn't happen. I've got to wonder about motivation. What works what doesn't. I admire truly motivated people; they change the world. I've got to wonder what will motivate me for more than a couple of days.