...the mug of coffee by your side seems to have cooled incredibly fast. You're sure you couldn't have spent that much time reading emails and checking in on Facebook.
...the idea that kept you up last night—you know the one you were so sure you'd remember so you didn't take notes—has vanished without a trace.
...at the same moment your fingers touch the keyboard, your previously peacefully snoozing dogs leap up and begin a vigorous reenactment of an English fox hunt.
...the snappy dialogue that sounded so witty and—let's just say it—superior in your head has revealed itself to be trite and cliché-filled on paper.
...you've spent the last 15 minutes imagining how you'll feel when you finish this manuscript. You're presently on page 10.
...you love working in your PJs. However, the embarrassment of the neighbors seeing you at 3:00 in the afternoon still dressed in your jammies has kept you from putting up the Christmas lights.
...your coffee has cooled again. You just couldn't have spent that much time reading and commenting on your favorite blogs.
...your Christmas tree remains bare of ornaments but your characters threatened mutiny if you left them in that black moment any longer.
...moving to a bookshelf, you pick out one of your favorite books for inspiration. After only a few sentences you're sure you will never have as brilliant a career as this author. Practice self-restraint and reach for the cold coffee instead of the wine.
...you when facing your blank screen, you summon the inner strength to pound out the first sentence of your novel and it isn't completely awful. Resist the urge to belt out "Tomorrow" from "Annie". Your pets will judge you. Harshly.