The year was 1900, and Sergei Rachmaninoff was unable to write.
His promising career had stalled out. Audiences had loved his Prelude in C-sharp minor, his breakout work. But disaster followed. His Symphony No. 1 in D minor crashed. A young love affair went sideways, and Rachmaninoff broke down, devastated. Now, he was unable to compose. He didn’t composed anything for three years. His abilities as a pianist remained, but the wellspring of creativity had dried up.