There are days when writing feels like carpentry. I sit down, open Scrivener (the best writing software there is, in my humble opinion), and my mind's eye is not able to perceive anything. I have to type it out and, more often than not, delete words and whole sentences I just wrote because it just does not feel "right".
And then there are days when it feels like the opposite. As if the words were waiting somewhere behind the veil of my mind, and I’m merely the hand that lets them pass through....