Getting past Writer’s Block

Ever find yourself without something to say? It is an abysmal thing when you are speaking to someone and all the words you could say just fall out of your head and you are left with a huge blank.


It is even worse when you are a writer. You have everything set. Clean paper in front of you, your favorite pen, just the right ambiance… and no words come to you at all. You might even start writing hoping the words come and they still don’t.

You have hit that wall we call writer’s block.

It comes to each and every one of us at some time or another. Nobody knows why. Some blame it on stress, but I find it easier sometimes to write while stressed.

The fact is, you have to figure out how to get past the block. For some, putting the pen down and going and doing physical exercise is the key. For others, meditation.

Sometimes it just takes bursting through whatever your block is. Now how do you do that?

There are books a’plenty out there with hints on how to get over writer’s block. One of the more interesting ways that I find can help is to put that pen to paper and just write. Word after word shove themselves onto paper, completely nonsensical as there is no punctuation and half the time one word will be repeated over and over again ad infinitum until whatever was causing the block crumbles and the words begin to make sense. They form intriguing ideas, formulate interesting premises and suddenly I am off…

Before I know it, I have five chapters written of a story that wasn’t in my head just four hours before.

Lately I have been having a hard time writing, especially with the horrible news that no matter how hard I work not to hear… well when something that horrendous hits it is impossible not to. Last night, I sat down and wrote the most depressing, most horrid, most hideous 500 word flash fiction I can remember writing.

It poured out onto the page with anger and fury. When I was finished, I stared at the thing in horror, unable to believe that I had penned it.

This morning, the characters from the story I have been unable to write lately are chatting in my head quite amicably. I can only assume their silence was due to a block I needed to get out. So, as horrible as Death of a Dream was to write, I must thank it. Obviously I needed to get it out so that I could return to what I want to write.

Write what you need to write… it might not necessarily be what you want to write in that moment, but it might be just what you need.