Sometimes writing is hard

So today I actually worked a little bit on a new project of mine.  You know, sometimes writing is so easy.  The scene just comes to me, like a movie I'm watching in my head, and I can't type fast enough to keep up.  Sometimes writing is like trying to see what's happening outside, except you're inside in a room with no windows, so your only choice is to bust through the blank white walls.  With your head.  That's where I am right now.

I feel like I can't "see" the story.  I know it's there, like it's an active thing that's happening just a breath too far away to get at.  So I'm chipping away at this white wall to get to it.  Chipping teeny tiny bits out of a massive stone wall to get to the characters and story on the other side.  I know it's there, but getting through to it is so much work.