Some days you’re just stuck. There’s no blood flowing. It’s hard to come up with anything to say.
That’s what the morning pages are for. You show up and write three pages long hand. It’s not art, it’s not even really writing. It’s thinking on that page. It’s allowing your mind to roam and be wild.
And if the sun sets and you haven’t done anything else, that’s okay. You’ve at least got those three pages.