So I get that irritating moment of mental blankness where I wonder, what do I want to write? All you can do about that is just write something, anything. Then you get caught up in the momentum of writing.
It’s a bit like flying must be to a bird like an albatross. An awkward take off, and then you’re gliding in the sky.
Where do people get this notion that somehow pain is good for you when pain completely sucks?