After months of knowing, or thinking that I knew, what I wanted to work on for NaNo this year, suddenly it was November 1...and I stalled. I had nothing. No words. On the 2nd...no words. The same on the 3rd, and I started to panic.
I was stressed because I wasn't writing. I wasn't writing because I was stressed. I got depressed because I was stressed and not writing. And all I wanted to do was sleep. So I did. On and off for three days.
Finally, tired of causing myself so much stress, I began to write. Free writing, not the writing I had intended to work on, but I was putting fingers to keyboard, and words were appearing on the screen. That's all I cared about.
Those first several days that I was writing, it came so slowly, like pulling teeth. I was still stressing and napping a lot.
Then I gave myself permission to JUST WRITE. It didn't matter WHAT I was writing, just babbling at times. But the words began to come faster and easier. And then one day, I was writing again. Still not what I had planned to write, but plotting, story ideas, a short story about a camping trip I took years ago.
And the stress went away, and I was okay.
The lesson here is to...just write. Write every day. When it becomes a habit, you NEED to write every day. The day doesn't seem complete unless you have gotten words on the screen.
And maybe, just maybe, you'll be ready to call yourself a writer.