We’ve all been there. You’re at your desk. The coffee in your mug is piping hot but cooling by the second so that the caffeine can be poured in slugs rather than taken in sips like cough medicine. The house is so quiet you swear you can hear the television emitting electricity. Needless to say, in this moment, there are no underlying factors to limit the time for “work” that has been set aside for one’s noble pursuit. However armed you think you may be, the so-called “creative juices” feel sapped or nonexistent all together. But it isn’t for lack of trying, desire or preparation. So what gives?