It's not supposed to be THIS difficult
Writing has come to a standstill. I have the time - enough to put out a couple of novels per year (not that they would get published; that doesn't matter to me at the moment anyway). I wish I could get on with it. I don't know why I can't. My writing coach has given me good advice, advice that should set it all free, yet I am spinning my wheels. I can't even describe my stories to myself any more. If I could just drop them and write bits for the AF for the rest of my life, I would. But I can't. I don't know what's wrong, or how to right it. But it is burying me in despair. I don't know what to do.