Fight, we must

People say that discontent fuels writing. It keeps us inching forward towards something. But what happens to writing when discontentment and contentment counteract each other? Stasis - no movement. I've been there for a few years now - content in so many ways and discontent in some others but in such fine balance that inertia has been my default state in life and writing (unless mandated upon by external forces).  I've been hoping the inertia would give way with time, but it's going nowhere without a fight. So fight we must and WRITE WE MUST.