It's not that I dislike writing (some writers actually do - finding it quite painful in fact). It's just that getting started. It's that first line. Once upon a time in the old west a man lost his horse or a horse lost his man? After the first line it starts to flow and I quite enjoy the process of writing. But then I stop. It might be for food or for sleep or simply because it's been a long enough session. Then, there I am again looking for the starting line. Sometimes as a kick start, I'll begin in the middle of the piece. And that is what I need to do today.
I'm working on my second novel, Memory of Murder, and have gotten into a bit of a procrastination rut looking for the first line of the next chapter. There's been one death so far so maybe I'll skip ahead to the second one - you know there's going to be a second one.
There is an art to being a truly great procrastinator. It doesn't go real well with the art of writing. After all, as I remember reading years ago: a writer is only a writer when he writes.