Writing is cute when everything functions

I have been trying for the last five days to sit down and write.  I've written a bunch of books and I'm still writing---it's what I do.  The sun goes up, the sun goes down, I write, only these past few days have been a headache to find A) time to write and B) be in the correct mindset when time avails itself to me.  I am not sure how most writers work but for me, writing comes slowly.  I am only able to concentrate long enough to write one page a day and just to accomplish that feat can take 2-3 hours.  Much of that time is me wandering around online like a hyper active child.  My ability to write is also hampered by my brain's inablity to write on demand.  The slightest difference in mental states can throw me off for the day.  If I have a headache, I cannot write, if I am slightly tired, I cannot write, if I don't get the bulk of my writing done by noon, I cannot write.  If anything at all happens, I cannot write anything that has to do with my novel.  For whatever reason, the writing of my blog seems to be of a different beast and my mind can easily grasp this writing at anytime of day. 

Writing the novel is an obsession, so much so that when I say I have to work, I am either referring to the job that pays my bills, or the writing of my novel, as sitting down day after day to write one page over a 3 hour period is most definitely work.  When I'm out and about, living, I am always thinking about the book and about doing things in the present that won't distract me from getting up and continuing my writing.  I am obsessed with my writing, which has generally gotten positive reviews from the people who have read it, but those who have read my books are friends so can their opinion be trusted?  If I was on the outside looking in, I'd say no. 

This blog entry has no intended destination other than to comment on writing in general, so there.