Writers Block

I’m doing it again, the doubting. They tell me I shouldn’t, but I am my worst critic. I’m hopelessly stuck at the end of a book, and I am drawing a blank…. Why is it that I can write about anything and everything under the sun, but can’t pull one damn chapter out of my ass? I sit and stare at the page unable to come up with even one sentence. I just don’t know what to do about this block. Every new paragraph just feels wrong, and doesn’t seem good enough. I can’t seem to get in the mental zone I need to be in. I am lost right now, with out my muse. I know you didn’t know you were, but the mental stimulation helped me more than I even realized. Just two days and I am still a fool, one who is really stuck with writers block and no clue how to move forward with what should be the last chapter. I am blank.