Some authors say writer’s block is just flat batteries. I agree, but sometimes, no matter how hard you try, those damn words glue themselves to the inside of your head and refuse to play ball. When this happens thank your lucky stars you’re a writer, not a glassblower. The latter is chained to their shed or studio.
All you need is a laptop and $5 for coffee.
Move your office. Choose a cafe with a brilliant view. Write in the park. I’ve even taken a notebook out to the trampoline and jumped about like a doofus while the kids are at school. I tell you, five minutes of that and thoughts start to zing around your head like sherbet on the tongue. And it’s cheaper than cigarettes.
If you’re in a rut, shift your headspace. Literally. Do whatever works. You’ll be surprised what lurks beneath.
