I have heard and read that writers block can be devastating, a doctor even said it exits, but he was probably convinced to do so by a writer friend of his. It is sad when a writer faces an empty page and does not know how to proceed, or can not proceed.
Maybe the writer is waiting for inspiration, but like the characters in “Waiting for Godot” it won’t show up. Forget about waiting for that electric bolt of lightening to strike you with inspiration. All a writer has to do is write a simple sentence. The sentence need not make sense, may not have anything to do with what you want to write about. It is like warming up before taking a run. Write something as an exercise.
Here is an example. The cow jumped over the moon. At first I think about how strong the cows legs were to jump that high, but what interests me is what happens on the downward flight of the cow. Does it dawn on said cow, hereafter named Bessie, that she had clearly not thought things through as she falls through space to burn up in earth’s atmosphere. So I write the cow was jumping over the moon Christmas eve and as the cow is falling, Santa sees the cow, changes direction, flies underneath the cow, Bessie landing in the backseat of the sleigh, directly on a now squished elf, who is knocked unconscious, and good old Bessie grabs the elf, puts his mouth to her udder where the elf is force fed magical milk that saves his life.
This is what happens when you write a simple sentence then ask yourself what’s next. It can be silly, it can be serious, it can be anything you want. The point is to just use that simple sentence as an exercise to kick start your creative milk.
Writers block is simply an excuse to not finish something, a lack of will or desire, perhaps an unhealthy need for perfection, or simply depression. But sitting down, writing an innocuous sentence can and will work. As someone once said, the hardest thing to do as a writer is the simple act of sitting down and starting.
Jack and Jill went up the hill and reaching the top they looked into the valley below, amazed at seeing. . .
Santa’s sleigh catching a falling cow?