Why can't I write in Cornwall?

I live in one of the most picturesque towns in the county, my house has beautiful views over the valley to the sheep infested hills opposite, cloud-shadowed or misted, but do I find looking out the window inspirational? Not so far.

It's not ley-lines, or subterranean gases. It isn't the effort of remembering to call it handsome rather than lovely when the sun shines. I can't even blame the heat - though it is somewhat oppressive, now you mention it.

Something is stopping me writing and I don't know what it is.

I feel guilty this blog gets fewer updates than I originally hoped, and I'm not giving up. But until I get past this block...