Ruffled furs

Ever had that experience of sitting beside your cat, your fingers petting him, your ears listening to him purr, when suddenly he turns on you and....nips you, gently, but with enough teeth to make you realize you have clearly done something wrong. I can't tell you how often Kitty O has done that to me. It's not as if I am rubbing his furs in the wrong direction (there is a Norwegian warning to that effect), it's not even that I have suddenly applied more pressure. So what gives? I have no idea.
All I know is that the same thing happens when my writing is going well. I wake up excited to face the blank screen of my computer, I have ideas that work, the words come, all is well, and then suddenly....nothing. I scratch my head wondering why? What happened to make my fingers freeze on the keyboard?
And just like there is no point asking Kitty O what I did wrong, I have, after years of experience, given up trying to figure out why, one day, I sit at the computer, my mind as blank as the screen.
And just like I do with Kitty O, I get up and leave....and hope for better days ahead.
If you want to read what I wrote when my fingers pounded the keyboards, you can find "The Girl Who Went Missing," the first mystery in my Commissioner D'Costa series that is set in India, on Goodreads and Amazon.