The previous time, I had got back from a bad meeting with a lady friend and felt evil. I wanted to write a horrid death for her in the book, but all I could do was stare at the screen all day. As much as I wanted to write, my mind blocked me.
The same thing happened yesterday. I decided not to worry too much about quality in my stories. For the price you pay and what I get for a sale, quality isn't important to me any more.
I started to re-write an old story and saw how badly it was written, then decided the edits weren't worth the effort and deleted the file. I went to write the last of my Forgestriker stories -- last because nobody is interested, not because the story ended -- and only got a few lines down before I stopped. I decided to give myself a break and write my Medieval series, but I couldn't find the urge to find the file.
As before, I think my mind was telling me that if I wrote in that mood, I wouldn't do my best for the story and formed a mental block.
The block wasn't Writer's Block. It I thought people cared about my work, I could happily write, but people don't care and that makes me wonder, why do I do it?