
It's fear, really. And mostly unfounded fear. I'm literally afraid of my own work in progress. Afraid that it's rubbish, and that I can't progress with it because I've no idea what to write next. Ninety nine times out of a hundred, the fears are groundless, because once I open the document and get the first sentence down, I *can* do it and I find things to write, and I start enjoying the story and become one with the characters.
But it's agonising, breaking through that wall... I've done it today, but I wish the damn thing would go away for good.