From a wonderful book I'm now reading (Garbo Laughs by Canadian author, Elizabeth Hay):
Yes, everyone is writing a book. Leah too. But at the same time I've spent years watching people who want to write avoid writing: Leah too. She's stuck, and now she's come to me. We spring away from the page as if it's a trampoline. Fear, self-pity, laziness -- that's the trampoline we bounce upon, while down below, fading from view in a sickening fashion, is the grassy, private paradise of writing.
[climbing on soapbox for a moment]
When was the last time you read a book by a Canadian author?