Some days, the words just flow out of my fingers, thousands of them, before I even realize it. The only things that shake me out of my writing reverie are my aching wrists, or pressure on my bladder. Saturdays are the best for this. I generally have the house to myself; my husband is usually at work and my stepson is at his mothers.
Other days, the words barely come. It takes me six hours to write two paragraphs. I get up and down from my desk, I make coffee, I play an online card game. I look at Facebook and judge the things people post. I check my email for the hundreth time, I check my bank account, I check my other email, I read the news. I read other peoples blogs.
These days are good as well. Maybe the restlessness and lack of focus is telling me I need to take time to do something else. So I let myself do these things sometimes. Because when I am able to focus again, I am much more productive and words flow out of my fingertips smoothly again.