Staring at a blank page

There are sooo many wonderful things about writing and begin a writer. The creativity involved, the emotional connection you make to your characters. Having a world that you've designed and in a sense being god. Then there are the bad things the angst you feel about being a "good writer", the desperate want of praise for your writing but at the same time that paranoia of "are they out to steal my work".  Most of the time writers feel like they have mental diarrhea (sorry for that image) and then there comes that time when BAM your staring at a blank page. Where you sit and stare for hours thinking where the hell do I go from here? You know the story like the back of your hand but for the life of you the words refuse to appear in front of you only dancing images in your head mocking you and your frozen hands. Yet you cannot leave, you stare willing the words to form until you are exhausted, crying desperate clinging to your keyboard like your baby blanket. When that small spark hits a simple flicker and the page becomes filled once again....