The throes of SOC

Writing about writers block is its only cure.  When there's nothing on the mind, almost nothing comes out.  But, like slowly sliding up an off light dimmer, you can't start with your brightest material.

So when I feel compelled to write, (which is I'm sure, solely due to some obsessive gyrus in my brain) it usually comes out as nothing particularly interesting.  What a shame.  And to think that things were getting productive.
Sometimes recording the stream at which things come works.  Well, come to think of it, that might become too tedious to edit.  Maybe all non-technical writing after the turn of the 19th century is stream of consciousness, and we've just been under its influence for so much time, that we don't even notice?  This hypothesis might require a bit more more education on my part to investigate, so I'm not even going to go there currently.  Maybe some day I'll begin to understand some of today's authors who do tend to write in with a stream of consciousness.  However, I think reading something that's solely SOC gets boring, and drags on after awhile.
With that, I'll Stop.