Sometimes they aren't what I would consider moments of inspiration. More often they are moments of indecision. I get on a train of thought that becomes a wreck and I have to pick up the pieces. A lot of irrationality can come over me. Maybe I'm just tired. Perhaps my imagination has gone off on a random streak.
As I'm often so fond of saying, things are often not as random as they first appear. Even when my thoughts get derailed, there's always a reason as to why. I may not be able to rationally explain why at the time. Sometimes I never figure out what I was thinking.
When I'm writing, it's often that nothing goes according to plan. In life you just have to accept that rarely plans really work out. Perhaps some times they do. But when I set out to write a thing, I can't tell you how.much of the time a topic gets turned around into something I never would have thought of before. Usually I'll work it out, but there are so many unfinished drafts on the verge of seeing digital oblivion because I don't know what to do with them.
Writing is by its very nature a creative activity. It's important to try to be creative in any way that you can in life. Try to always build on something. Rarely do creative acts ever go according to plan, though. You have to accept that. Life is that way, too. And in fact the very reason that life rarely goes according to plan is that there are so many effects which have causes that you could never have imagined.
So many times I don't fully understand my influences behind certain compulsions I'll get. Especially when it comes to writing, there will just be a need to express certain thoughts or ideas. The human mind constantly works on so many different levels. But it's definitely not as random as it first seems.
It seems I have a certain sort of fascination with needing to understand why I find myself needing to write about certain things. Sometimes I hate my brain for following certain patterns. It's frustrating when my thoughts get seriously disorganized. I find myself staring at the screen and can't compose anything. But the reason often turns out to be I need to be doing something else - just I often have a hard time figuring out what that is.
I've come to accept that my writing will rarely go according to plan. I just let the writing come when it does. It's convenient if it's something that will pay well or something I'm passionate enough about that I don't care if I'm ever compensated for it. I realize that I need a balance of both, with the more mundane mixed in. Writing should be an exercise, not forced labor.
Nothing is going according to plan lately, especially with my writing. But I just have to accept this. Such is life sometimes.