Today was one of those days… I procrastinated for a long time before I sat down to write. I didn’t even have to look for excuses – there were so many. There were many other things to do… But were those things as important as writing? Couldn’t they wait? “No” to the first question and “yes, of course” to the second one… Then I finally sat down and opened a blank file. My fingers were ready to hit the keyboard, but my mind was not. I could not hear my thoughts. My mind was completely blank. The silence was so loud that it scared me… The next stage was the panic. Staring at the blank screen I panicked – “I can’t write!”. “The mighty power is gone”. “I’ve become an ordinary person”. “Someone has stolen the words fro me…”. I breathed and tried to relax. Of course I can write. I have written 3 books. I have written many blog posts. I’ve done it so many times… I’m a writer. I’d say I had writer’s block if I believed such thing existed. But I don’t. Writer’s block exists in our mind. I think
