Why oh why does my brain fight me like I’m a monster trying to drag it to its doom every time I resolve to write???

I WANT to do this, why are you acting like I’m asking us to begin an unbearable chore???

Brain: But what if we spend an hour listlessly cycling through social media and feeling bad instead? What if we paid a bill? Maybe check to see if that library book is in yet (I know it’s nighttime, what’s your point?)?