Largest issue I’ve ever faced when I’m writing something is when I’ll get to the next part of the story, and then freeze in place. I know where I want to take the story, but phrasing it properly is causing issues.

Yeah, I’m stuck with writing because I don’t know how I want to write it, shut the hell up and keep reading.

My issue is that I’ll strive for perfection on the first go.

God above, that is one of the most idiotic things you can do in any creative outlet (or life in general), yet here we are.
First drafts, first passes, sketches, concepts, frameworks, guidelines. All of these are used when you create something to get a feeling for the final result, yet I always hit this wall over and over again. The wall of “It isn’t perfect in my head, don’t do anything yet.”

So then, unsurprisingly, nothing gets done.
No attempts, no drafts, no first passes, nada, zilch, nothing.

A large cause of this is due to the fact I forget that I’m not etching this garbage onto a stone tablet.
I have the digital version of a whiteout bazooka, and I can use it like the damn thing is an ICBM. Nothing is stopping me from jotting down the most cringe inducing, eye rolling, gag reflex activating nonsense that’s ever disgraced my consciousness. And after realizing as much, simply glassing the entire file while retaining the parts I like.

Despite knowing that, I find myself staring at a blank section, unable to do jack shit all.
It’s a terrible habit I’m working on but if you’re in the same boat, then yeah you aren’t alone. I’ve been plagued by the issue for years, but it often takes days of struggle before sensible action wins out. So understand that no matter what, you can always go back and fix your mistakes.

As an example, there are times I wrote 10+ pages of what I thought was the coolest literature to ever be put to paper (or Word file, whatever). I’ll stand up afterwards, strut around like a peacock, and go about my day with an entirely unwarranted sense of literary superiority.
Then I come back 10 minutes later, read through it again, and have a mental hemorrhage at the absolute sin I have created. There are chapters of material I’ve made that, should they ever see the light of day, would result in my justifiable execution by firing squad.

Good thing I have a delete key.