It's raining in Vancouver

I hear tell it does.
I have a mental BLOCK problem. I have identified and put on my desktop at least 8 stories I have written. Of course, I never submitted them or anything. (I have a half written novel too, but more about this later.) I put them all into current programs, ready to be worked on: I don't have paper.
Oh, I have paper. It's bright white. I want the 20lb not so nice kind. That stops me.
And I need ink WHICH I HAVE ORDERED.
Self-sabotage at its best.
I could at least straighten out the typing! Which I should do.
NOW!