I Tried to Organize Freedom, How Scandinavian of Me

As far as writing goes, nothing that’s ever worked for me has worked twice. I keep having to rediscover how to do it. For example: last time I went off my attention-deficit meds I wrote four stories in a whirlwind day and a half, one good enough to get published. So when I had a week off work last week, I tried it again. Two or three craggy little sentences! That’s it. And you should see my apartment! It was messy before. Now it’s a public health menace. But, as of Sunday, I’m back on meds and tidying up as you read this (probably) (or not) (most likely ‘not’). Another example: once I took my laptop down to the laundry room and wrote up a storm. The next few times I tried it-- Nothing. I have begun to think it’s the expectation of writing that makes my writing shy away from me. It needs to take me by surprise! Oh well. As long as it keeps taking me.
P.S. The title of this post is a line from a song by Bjork! Brownie points for guessing which one.