In her diary Anais Nin writes "When I look at the large green iron gate from my window it takes on the air of a prison gate. An unjust feeling since I know that I can leave the place whenever I want to and since I know that human beings place upon an object, or a person, this responsibility of being the obstacle when the obstacle lies within one's self. In spite of this knowledge I often stand at the window staring at the large, closed, iron gate, as if hoping to obtain from this contemplation a reflection of my inner obstacles."

Look at the doors and gates of your life and think about their impact on your writing life.