There is a document beside my desk which has a list of goals upon them. One of the goals relates to the current project with an end date.
The end date has passed and the project is not yet complete. Stephen King, on the hand, is about to release his third book this year.
I could manufacture all sorts of excuses - but they would be just that. Unlike my counterparts, I can sense when there is a disturbance in "the force". It can be pinned down to a single event, a date, where everything in the writing world, changed. It became, an eclipse to productivity. Two years later, I am no further out of the "darkness" and struggling to write.
Write, I must, for without writing, there will be no end to the eclipse.