Today I have to work. On stuff. Important stuff. Naturally I'm all inspired to do other monsters in mist, but no! Must be virtuous! Must...work...! Important! Money! AGHHH!
Yet again, I run up against the horror of my perverse existence. Deadlines on other stuff fire me up with the inspiration of a thousand steaming suns. Free time, leisure, and the knowledge that I can pursue whatever I want leave me as motivated as a slug in beer.* And I must always make my deadlines, because the deadline is sacred and there is no other god before the deadline.
Oh, well. I'm young yet, it'll sort itself out.
*Plenty of ideas, mind you. Just no motivation.