Set yourself a challenge to write every day for 40 days, there's nothing quite like it.
A day without a writing direction, without any kind of useful inspiration, and just starting to type 8 minutes before a new day.
Make that 7.
And now 4.
I need to write something, anything, but my brain is having none of it.
In 3 minutes I will press publish on whatever sits on the screen in front of me, the cursor blinking expectantly, impatiently, the overwhelming sensation of "Is that it?"
Today, it is.
1 minute to go and I still have nothing to say, nothing to make of an entire day, except the increasing heaviness of my eyelids and the feeling of any kind of creativity quietly seeping out in to the atmosphere around me, starving these very fingertips of any kind of inspiration whatsoever.