I read the following in "The Bards of Bone Plain" by Patricia McKillip, and it perfectly describes how I feel when I have to write some kind of document:
He gazed intensely at a sheet of paper, breath suspended, a word on the quivering point of his pen poised and ready to fall. [...] He forced the pen in his tight grip a hairsbreadth closer to the paper so that the word stubbornly clinging to it might yield finally, flow onto the vast emptiness. Point and paper met. Kissed. Froze.