My brother wrote recently about writer’s block. About how it makes you possibly doubt your original premise. I know personally that it also shocks you to realize that your mind can simply shut down on the topic or storyline. It’s not due to anything truly physical, it’s all mental. I suppose it’s fascinating for somebody needing a thesis topic.
But most of the time, the people that scoff at writer’s block, they don’t know, they haven’t tried. It takes tenacity. Which is why I admire my brother as much as I do. He writes. And he keeps writing. Within what he wrote, he offered the exact same suggestion that I would give to any of “the aspiring” as the nasty bastard in “Finding Forrester” put it.
Back off for a bit. Think about something else. Jot down a grocery list. Spend some time on thoughts of what you might get your family for Christmas. Also, spend some time writing something else. Sorry, ANYTHING else.
Write about your fears.
Write about the weather and how it makes you recall the rainy days,
the snowy days,
the perfect days,
the windy days
The days when you had the pleasure of having a fall day with the opportunity to snuggle with someone. (Don’t bother giving me shit, you know what I mean) My wife and I snuggled on my mother’s deck under a thick blanket, on the swing, while visiting on a New York fall.
(If you are not familiar with a New York fall I am very sorry. You have missed out.)
It was one of the happiest moments of my life. You know when another person becomes family.
About the imperfections of things too. They’re more interesting anyway.
Or maybe this.
Or, God forbid, this.
It’s one thing I can say with confidence.
Also: don’t take years off. It takes too long for the rust to grind off of the gears.