*sigh* the supernal joy of writer's block

I don't know if you've ever experienced anything as painfully exciting as sitting at a computer with a blank sheet of paper before you and absolutely nothing to put on it. I can only compare it to trying to push hair out of your head. You push and squeeze and bear down, and yet nothing will burn holes in that unbearable white canvas before you. I wish I could put a happy ending on this story, but unfortunately I don't have one yet. I don't know how to push writing out of my gut any more than my own organs. Everything I've ever read on writer's block (and believe me, I've read a lot) has said there's really no such thing as writer's block, or that you just have to push through it until writing becomes easy again, though it's never really easy. Perhaps I haven't tried everything I could to break through my clot. All I know is that I haven't written anything really good in probably six months and writing hasn't flowed for me in about a year and a half. And now it's almost two in the morning. I'm exhausted and I have to get up before seven. Why am I blogging about writer's block at two am? I honestly have no idea. Perhaps in the hope that one of these days it'll strike me in the middle of the night. BLAM - The perfect story idea. Well, as Catherine O'Hara said, "Nighttime is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep." Hopefully the same will be true of me.