Steven Pressfield, in The War of Art, chronicles the war against Resistance, a war in which all writers engage. Indeed, it’s the on-going battle everyone must fight to achieve their purpose:
Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within. Between the two stands Resistance.
Have you ever brought home a treadmill and let it gather dust in the attic? Ever quit a diet…wanted to be a mother, a doctor, an advocate for the weak and helpless…? Late at night have you experienced a vision of the person you might become, the work you could accomplish, the realized being you were meant to be? Are you a writer who doesn’t write, a painter who doesn’t paint, an entrepreneur who never starts a venture? Then you know what Resistance is.
Look in your own heart. Unless I’m crazy, right now a still, small voice is piping up, telling you as it has ten thousand times before, the calling that is yours and yours alone. You know it. No one has to tell you..you’re no closer to taking action on it that you were yesterday or will be tomorrow. You think Resistance isn’t real? Resistance will bury you.
What I Do
…It’s about ten-thirty now. I sit down and plunge in. When I start making typos, I know I’m getting tired. That’s four hours or so…I wrap up for the day. Copy whatever I’ve done and stash the disk in the glove compartment of the truck in case there is a fire and I have to run for it…How many pages have I produced? I don’t care. Are they any good? I don’t even think about it…All that counts is that, for this day, for this session, I have overcome Resistance.
More from Steve soon. In the meantime, identify Resistance and tell it you won’t go down without a fight.
And on 
Darrick Dean 