The dreaded feeling is that of sitting down to write with nothing to say, nothing particular in mind. That is why we do this exercise. That is why we keep this up, every day. Subject yourself to what you cannot stand.
“We.” “You.” “I.” I don’t know who is who anymore.
You can pick yourself up and move forward. You can stretch yourself past what you think you can do. All your dreams and ambitions were delusions of grandeur, but what you can actually do is more important than what you imagined to be important. What will really come out when you sit down to write and put your soul on the line will be better than what you thought you’d do.
You’ll produce nothing unless you struggle. It won’t come out well unless it hurts. All great heroes are the result of a painful birth.