Not writing, still breathing

I’m sure I saw someone say over on Facebook that writing is like breathing, i.e. necessary to life.And up to a few months ago I would have agreed. Regardless of the intrusion of life events (and often because of just that!) writing was the ‘go to’ place, and thinking about writing was the default state of mind.
However back in January a funny thing happened.I just couldn’t write any more. At first I thought it was just the novel I was writing, from which my brain surely needed a break, but ev...