I had a terrible case of writer’s block once. I went to see a doctor. I explained what writer’s block is.
I am a writer, I told him, but I cannot write. When I sit down at the computer, nothing comes out.
“Oh yes?” he said. “That does sound bad. You want to work, but you just can’t make yourself do it.” The last two words trailed out softly, faded like the last wisps of a dying fire. He leaned back on his wheeled stool and gazed up at the fluorescents until his back rested against the wall. That caused the stool to roll out, so he just laid down on the floor with his knees bent.
Eventually I just wandered out, got in my car, and came home. That doctor never did give me a diagnosis of any kind.