Mostly, lately? It's been "staring at the doc and tearing out my hair" rather than actual "writing." But now that I have a direction, I think I may get back to putting words on the screen instead of staring at it in abject terror.

And I think it's a very human thing to discuss inappropriate topics at times of great stress. Like having sex right after a near-death experience in order to affirm "Hey! We lived!"