It's Really Very Simple...No...Not So Much

It used to be a tree.
Through some process it became a piece of paper.

My God saved me.
My God gifted me with certain gifts and talents.

My God loves me beyond what I comprehend.
My God is worthy of my worship.

Why is it when my gifts...
...and my object of worship...
...and that blank piece of paper...

All come together...

I become literally terrified.
I become virtually paralyzed with fear.

Why can't I write the book?

Yeah, if you could answer that, or figure out some way for me to cause the fear to subside...yeah, that'd be helpful.