Today, I face the same demon I faced several years ago. The demon is depression and he keeps dragging me down with doubt.
Several years ago, while writing the Chronicles of Mark Johnson, I hit a dark week and was prepared to kill my hero to appease the darkness in my soul; the weird thing is that as much as I wanted to end the story in a vicious battle, I found that something in me wouldn't allow me to writer and I sat for hours staring at a blank screen. In the end, I got talked out of it by some close friends who were fans of the series, so I wrote a darker Mark for the second book (shown here).
He was still alive but his soul had been turned into an evil man's soul through betrayal.
I often sit for hours looking at the screen wanting to write, but thinking is it worth while I listen to www.sonlifetv.com/.