When you have nothing to write about, it is slightly irritating but nothing a spoonful of patience & a weather eye cannot resolve eventually.
When you do not want to write at all, there is a problem.
I am in the throes of both & do not expect to be cured of either any time soon. This fact does not bother me either.
Imagine trying to run in a pool of tar. Or swimming in quicksand.
The feeling of existing so slowly that everything else seems to be on fast-forward.
Song for the moment: Boat Behind - Kings of Convenience