So this was writer’s block. I stared at my screen, feeling heavy…paralyzed…frustrated. My eyes darting between the bits of documents scattered across folders and apps. Drafts, braindumps, and half-formed ideas were strewn like puzzle pieces dumped out of a box.

How do I make sense of all this?
What’s missing?
What stories do I actually need in my book?
Am I talking about myself too much?
Who am I to even be writing this?

The questions swirled in my mind, each one fogging up the big picture.

When you’re...