As one who’s often grappled with what shall now be called EBI syndrome, I felt obliged to post this two-day-old Facebook jotting. During my first two or three years of journalistic endeavor in the late ’70s, most of my writing sessions were EBI torture. Not all the time, but 70% or 80%. My default quote was “I hate writing, which is like digging ditches, but I love having written.” I finally pulled myself out of that sinkhole in the early ’80s, and had more or less forgotten about EBI by the early ’90s. It still hits me from time to time these days, but not too much. Every so often I’ll get stuck for three or four hours, but one way or another I’ll find my way out of it.