I don't have any advice about writing. I either feel compelled to do it or I don't, but I find that actually sitting myself down in a seat with the intention to write is what makes the biggest difference. Unfortunately today I spent most of the day sitting down writing without in the least intending it.
I actually came here to whine. I just cooked a lovely steelhead trout in a white wine vinegar sauce with fennel and garden tomatoes tonight and my husband just clearly doesn't like fennel. (Luckily I only grew two this year to see what they tasted like.) He also doesn't like tarragon, another one of my favorite ways to cook fish and an herb I have in abundance.
He also hates feta cheese. And every other interesting soft cheese.
Oh well. At least he's off Atkins.