He lay on his bed, unable to write even a single sentence. How should he write, without inspiration, bereft of ideas?
He had to write something though. How had he handled similar previous situations? Usually by sitting at his desk, describing what he saw, and hoping something interesting would emerge.
This time, the computer was on the bed, by his side. He looked around and found nothing of interest. But then, there was one thing he deeply felt in that moment. And so he lay on his bed, able to write just a single sentence – and then another, and another.