Usually, writer’s block isn’t something I much suffer from. It isn’t extending to my nonfiction work, in part because it’s so mechanical. Find facts, construct facts into coherent sequence, present sequence. There’s some creativity in it, if you can find a good play on words or a clever way to present a story.
I’ve always approached writing almost as a survivalist. Anything you can do to advance the cause helps. Maybe today isn’t a day when you catch meat, but you can find some edible plants, improve your shelter, make a better fire source, find drinkable water. In writing terms, if I’m struggling with one project, I try to work on another, or engage in pitching a new story or undertake a marketing task. Those actions usually help, but not this time.
It also helps to network with other writers. They can have ideas that can help.
This is an unusually aggressive block for me. Medha BN was a help via Twitter and Queens Quill, but I’ve only made a little progress so far.
My own stress levels due to situations away from writing aren’t helping, either. It’s all spilling together into one big mess.
Sooner or later I’ll get through it, but writer’s block still stinks.
I’m open to any tips or suggestions.