I dislike the rhetoric that there’s no such thing as writer’s block, that it’s just fear or laziness or procrastination. Sometimes mental illness gets in the way, or exhaustion or work or grief. Sometimes my head is full of static instead of words, and I couldn’t write a chapter if my life depended on it. I’ve started the same story twice, and it feels like puzzle pieces that don’t quite fit together. Sometimes you’ll open the same story every day for a month, and then one day it’ll feel right again. Or it won’t. And that’s okay. You don’t need to force yourself to write every day; in fact, you shouldn’t. That’s how you burn out. If you want to write every day, great. But if you are staring at the words and nothing is coming, step away. Take a breath. Write something else if you can. Do something else if you can’t. Give yourself a break. It’s better to rest and start again than to burn out and hate it all.