I don't envy authors adhering to deadlines. Having to make words come to life when our brains shriek "I'm done!" When creativity lies sleeping and the "Do Not Disturb" sign is posted on the doorknob of our mind. How can you write when you can't think of anything to say?
A story needs continuity and a fresh burst of words. All kinds of advice is given to break the drought in inventing those wonderful paragraphs that lead to chapters of incredible prose. Just write *%#! we're told. Something will miraculously morph into something redeemable, valuable, if you just keep at it. "It" might work for some - and must work for others - but I confess it doesn't work for me.
I've had to learn to wait on the Lord and to conquer my lack of discipline. Those two items are the only contributors to my writing history.
What do you do when you're forced to write . . . and no words show up?
Father, I'm desperate for you, for your inspiration, for your words to my pen. Thank you, Lord. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.