Journaling reads in part:

What happens to a person when they want to create, when they need to create, but they can't? The world calls it blocked whether it be writing, or art, or in my case sewing.

It is in there and wants to come out, but is unable for some reason to fight its way to the surface. I've decided I will think of it as bottled and not blocked. Stored up and waiting to be uncorked Ready to flow out slow and smooth like molassas or burst out like champaigne...