I sit down to start this essay. I open Word and I’m confronted with a familiar feeling of consternation, of voicelessness, a bit of dread: there is the blank page, there is my empty head. So I click on Firefox and load up Gmail. So I wander down my Facebook feed and, in the moment of greatest desperation, I check my work emails. I need someone to have sent something to me, I need something to take my attention away from my self. But I regather, close the browser and go back to the white Word screen. Still nothing. I decide to look at what other writers have written, so I open up Firefox again and head to the SRB’s website. I find the Writers at Work archive… there are a lot of writers at work!