I'm suffering from a bad case of Spring Fever, folks. I only have seven more chapters left to conclude my novel, but for the life of me can't muster up the inspiration to write them. With such beautiful weather, my attention and energy has been devoted to gardening and biking. I haven't written in at least three weeks. Every time I walk into the office my computer sits there, staring at me accusingly, bidding me to finish what I started three years ago. My responsible side wants to comply, but the more carefree side, won't allow it. Perhaps I'm suffering from burn out, I don't know, but whatever the case, it doesn't seem like this phase is going to pass anytime soon. Professionals like Stephen king and Truman Capote recommend that authors write every day. Although I've never agreed with this approach, after all my down time I am rethinking it. In the past, whenever I tried to write without being inspired, I turned...