I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I can’t write. I’ve started and stopped so many times this morning, I lost count.
I want to write. I need to write, but I can’t get my words to work. I’ve grown so frustrated, I want to scream.
I mean, it took me several minutes just to write that, for fuck’s sake.
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I don’t think anyone has mentioned this, but I’ve found it helpful when encountering writer’s block:
“The Writer’s Block, 786 ideas to jump-start your imagination,” by Jason Rekulak.
The book is actually printed in the form of a block, 3″x3″x3″. Heh heh.
You can find it at amazon.com.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0762409487/qid=1066942430/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/104-8622876-1179135?v=glance&s=books
I suggest lightening up when that happens and go do something else until you feel inspired. I had to do some writing this past two weeks and just couldn’t do it- a big blank would enter my brain at the very thought of writing. I just gave up until I was ready and when I finally did write, it was one of the best damned things I ever wrote. Art can be like constipation- somethings just can’t be forced.