You want to write. You intend to write. You almost wrote something yesterday, but… You know you have worlds to say. But all you can do is stare at the blank page.
Stare, stare, stare. You feel stuck, empty, useless, unworthy, ridiculous, a pretender in the world of ideas. You feel shame, guilt, despair.
Nothing comes. If feels as though your Muse has left town for Mozambique, with no forwarding address and her cell phone number is no longer in service. What to do? There is a name for it, and your condition is called “Writer’s Block.”
The good news is that there is a cure.