So I don't really go in for writers' block, as you may have noticed. The secret, as far as I can see, is to have something to say. If you have something to say, you can generally find a way to say it. Simple.
But there are, very very occasionally, times when I find that, although I have plenty to say, the words just don't go together.
The last time this happened was in October, 2010, when I had a fairly intense contract that exercised my "creative muscle", as they call it, to the point of strain. It was fine, I got it all done, no one was let down and no deadlines were missed, but the work started taking a whole lot longer, and when I wasn't writing, my brain sort of exploded into atoms. I couldn't really think much any more. I did a lot of staring.
Like an actual physical muscle strain (to continue that trite metaphor), it just took time to pass. Patience and less pressure were required. I could still write; I just couldn't write endlessly at breakneck pace on any topic day in, day out for a while.
So too now. I keep thinking to myself, "I just need to get through one more week," but all the telltale signs are there: the trouble constructing coherent sentences, the mindless blankness when not before a screen. Last night I sat for an hour staring out the window with a more profound vacancy than I feel it decent to relate...
Jesus, I'm doing it right now. Man, I really have to stop "warming up" here and get some shit done.
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