Have you ever had so much to write that nothing comes out? You know what I'm talking about. Your mind is cranking at a bazillion miles an hour, you're uber-excited about all of the new developments in your story and as sooon as you sit down to let the magic flow, THUD.
Not a sentence. Not a word. Not even a friggin' syllable.
What do you do when you hit the wall? How do you manage to push past the THUD so that the fantastic story living in your head actually materializes?