Running Out of Ink
I mostly write with a fountain pen. It slows me down and helps me think. Every now and then, expectedly, it runs out of ink while I'm writing. And every time, I catch myself thinking: "Not now". Almost feels personal.
Running out of ink mid-sentence is inconvenient for sure, but when else could it happen? It's revealing how compelled we are to place ourselves at the center of the story, antagonizing the rest of the world.
Things just happen. Chances are, they have nothing to do with you. You can keep writing the same story over and over again, or you can start editing.