I started a memoir a few weeks ago, but I haven’t dived into it in a while. During the same time, I’ve found myself wondering what to blog about, on a couple of occasions.
Either I have run out of meaningful things to write, OR, I am afraid to write them.
I seem to have encountered some Resistance. Pressfield is correct. There is nobody stopping me from finishing this, except for me.
It’s amazing how fear creeps in and grabs us, and keeps us from doing our work. For crying out loud, I write about fear almost every day, yet it is so sneaky that I misjudged it anyway. Saying to myself something as simple as “I’ll come back to this later” is fear talking.
Time to dive back in, and not come up for air until it’s done.
The Healthy Path 
Matt, better you should ask yourself what it is you have to fear and put it behind you. >KB