So I've been sitting at my computer for 3 hours, doing anything that I can to avoid writing. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I know where my story is moving. I know the scene and characters. I like it so far. So why am I writing yet another blog post, or surfing the Internet for get rich quick schemes? Not that I'll ever be rich, or quick. But still, there is the appeal of not having to write this damn scene.
Deep breath. Start typing.
Two sentences later I'm checking my email for the thousandth time.
Stupid words. Why won't they come?