Are my ears bleeding yet?

I’m supposed to be rewriting. Labor day is quickly approaching and all I do is look at the notes I received and try to put scenes together in my head to address them. Even my dry-erase board where I write all my ideas and work out plot problems I blank at the moment. I guess this is what they call writer’s block. I’m even contemplating working out (which I hate and never do) just so I can get myself away from writing. I’ve made tons of jewelry this week. I keep telling myself it will get the writing juices flowing. Who am I kidding? This is the part of the process I hate, the fear, the self-deprecating. Why didn’t I become and accountant? Oh, yeah, I’m very bad with numbers.