In the mood.
No, this is not what you may be thinking. There are moments when everything seems profound, and my mind is a fountain of compelling ideas. These are the times that I like to sit down with my computer and commit my thoughts to black and white. About five minutes ago I was in such a state. The problem with these times is that they are fleeting. Any distraction that pops up seems to vaccinate my mind from any infectious intelligent thought. Just as quickly as the mood was found, it is gone. Maybe this is what everyone that feels inspired to write goes through. Then again, maybe it’s just a sign of mental illness.