Most of my worst writing is done in the evenings. After the dogs are walked and all manner of other bullshit that resembles what a prequel to Fight Club, where the narrator finds himself cleaning his Scandinavian furniture, is accomplished, the will to be creative is low. This low energy must be overcome somehow.
The best thing I’ve found is simply to get the writing done early. To wake up before the choremongers and attention vampires come to eat your soul away. I would love to have a little shack on some land where I could walk to in the mornings and be way from all the noise and nonsense, but I do not have that. One day.