I sometimes just sit and stare at a blank piece of paper. I’ll also pick up a book, sweep the floor, or yes, stare at the ceiling. If I’m at my computer, I expect it to magicially key in the words for me. Somedays I don’t write at all then I feel guilty. I want to be a successful writer but sometimes there there’s so much other stuff going on in my life, I find it impossible to concentrate. I know I’m not alone in this and that is some comfort.