It seems I continue to be more interested in my health issues than in my writing. I have no problem blathering on and on about the ups and downs of having breast cancer and trying to treat it "alternatively," but when it comes to writing about writing. . . I dunno. Muteness seems to have set in.
But I'll try to break my lamentable silence. Here's my two cents worth for today: You can learn what you have to say IN THE ACT OF SAYING IT. I have stressed this to my students a million times, and to myself a billion times. Still it bears repeating. If you walk (or sit or mope) around all day trying to figure out what you want to write, you'll never write. Thinking about writing does not lead to writing. WRITING leads to writing. You put your reluctant fingers on the keyboard, and you start hitting letters that turn into words and words that turn into sentences and sentences that turn into paragraphs, and so on and so forth, as far as you want to take it.
We all need to have more faith in our fingers. They are connected to more than our palms, which are connected to more than our wrists, etcetera, etcetera.