The woes of writer’s block

It has been weeks since I’ve written anything – my fountain of imagination and creativity has dried up, a drought of some sort. Is it my day job? Never stopped me before. Is it that I’ve been feeling especially exhausted and in dire need of a vacation? Maybe. I started the second instalment of the Bloodlust Series in August and successfully completed Part One of the book but now I draw a blank. The characters float in limbo waiting for my direction, their lips partially parted to start their dialogue – at least they’re dressed. Why am I lost on where to begin? I know where I want the story to be at the end of Part Two, the major events, hell I’ve written the finale. A few years back I was in a hypnosis session where I was asked if there was anything I wanted to accomplish in life. I said, “Yes, I want to write.” The hypnotist then said, “every time you open your laptop, may you always write something.” It didn’t work – anything that woman said didn’t work.