I can’t write.
I can’t write a crummy first draft. I can’t write an outline or a scene or a character sketch. I simply can’t write. Nothing comes out. I have tried writing junk and ended up writing my own name over and over again. Words don’t get caught in my throat, tripping over themselves in a hurry to arrange themselves on my page. Characters hide in the shadows of broad daylight, taunting me with nightmares instead of daydreams. There are no voices in my head. When there are no voices, there are no words.
I have had down time. I have read. I have worked in the garden and walked the dog and eaten way too much junk food in search of my words.
And yet I can’t write and worse,
I can’t NOT write.