Maybe the Secret to Writing is Not Writing? | Literary Hub

In the past, writing had felt like pushing over the first domino at the beginning of a long intricate row - one word would tip forward, knocking another word down, and so on to the next; the words forming sentences all falling into place, and then I would resurface hours later with multiple first drafts of poems or an essay written.

Now that momentum was gone. I'd type one or two words and stop and stare at the letters. Then I'd space my cursor backwards, deleting to start again, only to hit another wall. The open document on my computer felt like a white room I was locked inside - no matter how hard I pounded at the walls or how loudly I screamed, I was trapped.