Someone once told me they have a sure-fire way to defeat writers’ block, that it works for them every time. I replied, “Then you didn’t have writers’ block.”
Different times, places, objects, relationships can stop you from writing, just as they can open the floodgates.
Once, I wrote an apology letter to my lead character. I expressed my sadness that I was suddenly unable to write. And I expressed my determination to finish her story.
And yet another, my car steered itself into a cemetery I pass nearly every day. I had never been in there. I parked and walked. I found a spot that felt nice. I sat, I breathed in the air and had a conversation (yes, with myself).
It was refreshing. It was calming. I even got a character name from a headstone and a new scene.
Both of these examples cured my writers’ block — but probably wouldn’t work again.
And if either of these things sound insane to you, you probably aren’t a writer.