Writing has sucked for about a week now. It's not a blockage, so much as a scene that I can't seem to wrap my mind around. I thought I had it figured out, and I had about 600 words done in the scene Wednesday…but then yesterday, my Muse knocked on my door, pointed out the gross continuity error I was committing, and then whacked me on the knee with a crowbar before leaving again. Ugh.
(Yeah, I could just skip the tough scene and come back to it, but I just don't like to work that way.)