The Inner Editor

My inner editor has been getting wacky lately. Too much editing and nothing ever gets past that censor because it's not right yet. Too little editing and you don't want to read what comes out. I'm really tired and my routine has been disrupted considerably within the past two weeks (house remodeling--if it's happened to you, enough said) and somehow I can't adjust that internal thermostat that makes my writer stuff work.

So right now I have the worst of all possible worlds--stuff doesn't want to get written AND when I write it, it comes out all goofy. Think I need to think about other things.