You know the feeling. You get up, sit down at the computer, and heck, haven't anything to say.
You feel as if your feet are in cement; you wish you could pull out something, anything from your brain that makes even a little sense. But here you are, drowning in your misery.
What I know about being stalled is that I'm only stalled for a short time (not months or years, although it often feels like that in the beginning). I am only temporarily stalled. I know that in a day, maybe less, I'll be back to my old self again.
That old self that has writing coming from her fingertips faster than she can get the words down.