writer-s-block

Writer's block is caused by forcing your will on the Divine.

The very qualities that make one a writer in the first place contribute to the block: hypersensitivity, stubbornness, insatiability, and so on. Given the general oddity of writers, no wonder there are no sure cures.

The muse is fickle; ergo, when she knocks, ANSWER! It may take a while, but trust me, she WILL knock. In the meantime, keep your ear pressed firmly to the door.

Theoretically there's no reason one should get [writer's block], if one understands that writing, after all, is only writing, neither something one ought to feel deeply guilty about nor something one ought to be inordinately proud of.

The best way in the world for breaking up a writer's block is to write a lot.

My imagination was running amok again. Twice in one night. This never happens when I__ sitting in front of a typewriter.

If you think of something, do it.Plenty of people often think, ____ like to do this, or that.

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.

This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.

I don't get writers block. I get writer has too many ideas and doesn't know which one to start next, block.

I don__ experience writer__ block, I only have periods of severe writer__ diarrhoea; an incoherent mess of unfitting words placed in random sentences. Luckily, I can usually separate the shit from __he shit_ later on.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.

When you're at a loss for words. Draw a picture.

I'll admit that writing doesn't always come, but I'm totally against walking around looking at the sky when you're experiencing a block, waiting for inspiration to strike you. Tchaikovsky and Rimsky-Korsakov didn't like each other and agreed on very few things, but they were of one opinion on this: you had to write constantly. If you can't write a major work, write minor trifles. If you can't write at all, orchestrate something.

She's thinking that what she's been doing all these years isn't what she wants to do anymore. Sometimes music flows to her and from her, but sometimes it doesn't. Lately that happens more and more, and she can't seem to find what she had and what made her special. But she can't tell her father because he'd be so disappointed in her, so disappointed to find out she's not extraordinary after all.

Art is not in some far-off place.

If you can't write, read.If you can't read, walk.Or walk and read, then write.

I don't sit around waiting for passion to strike me. I keep working steadily, because I believe it is our privilege as humans to keep making things. Most of all, I keep working because I trust that creativity is always trying to find me, even when I have lost sight of it.