I don’t believe in writer’s block. I know that’s not unique. I may be a one of a kind snowflake, whatever, but I’m still made out of frozen precipitation just like you. And while I’m at it, I don’t believe in all the drama surrounding writing. I prefer to leave that to my stories.
But I believe in the magic of creating a world and letting a character or two speak in that world, move in it, live and die in it. Now that I believe in. It’s like this: I sit in chair A, my story in chair B. Overhead is a spotlight on a swivel. If I keep the light on myself, voila, writer’s block and all the other personal nonsense. But…if I move the light, yes, with my own hand and shine it on the story, progress. Creation.
I think it’s a matter of energy. What do you, do I, want to give my energy to? Personal angst or the angst of my story?