Цей всюдисущий writer’s block
And I ought to be writing Jacob’s Room; and I cant’, and instead I shall write down the reason why I can’t—this diary being a kindly blankfaced old confidante. Well, you see, I’m a failure as a writer. I’m out of fashion: old: shan’t do any better: have no headpiece: the spring is everywhere: my book out (prematurely) and nipped, a damp firework.
Вірджинія Вульф, A Writer’s Diary (1921)