Someone asked me once what writer’s block was like, as if it were a physical ailment. I think I’ve finally created a good analogy (in my perspective at least).
Imagine going on a road trip, you pack all of your entertainment (music, books, games) in the back seat. At some point, you pull over to the side of the road and stretch your legs and then realize you left the car running and locked the doors. You know what you want to do and where you want to go except you can’t without causing destruction.
Solution: Believe it or not, get in another car. Start writing something else completely, different genre, prose, poetry, anything. Before you know it, you’ll find the help you need and get back in your original vehicle. Metaphorically speaking.
NOTE: {This post is NOT supporting actual hitchhiking. That shit is dangerous.}
Jonas Lee 