Writing can be a challenge some days—today was one of those.
The reality of the following line hit home today:
So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it. ~Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete, 1948
Breaking that expanse of clean paper can be hard, but it’s a worthy sacrifice.
I had the same problem with drawing; getting started could be the hardest part.
An interesting way of looking at it.