What the hell is writer’s block? A chemical imbalance? Depression? Laziness? Who knows.
I think that at times, at least for me, a visual person, see a blank sheet, precise in dimension, seeming to demand to fill it’s defined dimensions, and feel fettered, challenged to do as orders me to do, and punish or humiliate me if I fail.
Who needs that?
So, go on a roll. be limitless. Runners keep moving when they don’t see a demarcation. Nor should a writer.