Hello, gentle reader! How are you? Fine? Healthy? Happy as a pig in a wallow? Good to know!
I, alas, am not so good.
You see, gentle reader, I have a terrible affliction. A malady that makes me want to bang my head against a wall, or, if it gets really bad, bang the head of others against that same wall.
I, gentle reader, am suffering from writer's block.
Sure. Laugh if you like, but don't do it around someone suffering from this particular problem. Even if you don't wind up combing plaster out of your hair, you might get an angry earful from the afflicted. Or, at the very least, some seriously dirty looks.
Fortunately, writer's block isn't a fatal condition. Or, at least I've never heard of anyone dying from it. Rather, it is incredibly frustrating. Think of it as a psychic equivalent of constipation. You want to go, you need to go, but you just can't.
So, what do you do? You go eat some dried fruit or a greasy hamburger. Something to lubricate the works, so to speak.
With writer's block, I've discovered the best way to overcome it is to either write about the block itself or, and this works fairly well for me, go off and do math.
Yes, you haven't misread, gentle reader. When I'm stuck, I find a nice quite corner and do math problems. I'm not sure why it works for me, but it does, and I'm one of those people who normally abhors math. I do not have a mathematical bone in my body. But when the words are stuck, I turn to the numbers for a little while, and, after a while, the words start to flow again.
Other people tackle the problem in their own ways. Some listen to music. Others exercise. I've even heard of some people sitting down with a good book and a nice cup of tea.
The cures for writer's block are as varied as the people who get it.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to do some math.