Some days are more productive than others.
Some days I repeat myself.
Sometimes I just don't feel like I have much that is original to say at all.
Sometimes I reassure myself that I don't need to say anything original if I can find something interesting that someone else said. Sometimes I don't particularly want to do the research to find something interesting that someone else said about writing; although I read about writing frequently, I do not constantly read about writing.
Sometimes I wonder about the pressure we put on ourselves to work, and I wonder whether I work hard enough. I have mixed feelings about what sorts of expectations to have with a writer: do I push them to finish in a fixed time? My perspective has been to push people to develop a good relationship with the work--one that is more resistant to the ebb and flow, because even in the phases where making progress is relatively difficult, some progress is made. But to the extent that such a focus also aims at changing the person in a fairly profound way, I sometimes wonder if I ought not push more aggressively toward completion. I wonder if this is what distinguishes me from the aggressive, go-getter types who seek to actually be a professor.