First your mind tells you what to do, you have the motivation, the spirit, the inspiration but soon after… there is a disembodiment. Thought and body resist.
Seems like it forms in your lower back, crawls up your spine, leaving a sharp tingly sense of urgency, making your heart race, your ears ring. Nothing gets done. You feel it again only for it to burst out of your chest, mangling everything on the way out to then grab you by the eyelids and smash your face onto the desk. Your arms do not work. What are hands? Over and over.
Various resources used to make your artwork disintegrating before you with each violent impact.
Sometimes it is impossible to recover.