Okay, I don’t really have writer’s block. In fact, it’s fairly rare for a writer to actually have writer’s block.
Because for a natural writer, lack of ideas isn’t the problem. More like the overwhelming avalanche of awesomeness that will never get written. THAT’S the problem.
Well, and sometimes getting from Point A to Point B in a logical manner.
Oh, and then there’s the whole muses being big fat jerks problem. Like right now. I’m supposed to be working on Dragon Lord, but the muses won’t shut up. THEY want to be working on A Rage of Angels instead.
“Murder, mayhem, angels, aliens, SPACESHIPS … what’s not to like?” asks Muse One
“Yeah,” chimes in Muse Two. “What she said.”
“But I’m supposed to be writing about dragons and apocalypses, ” I point out with unfailing logic. (I’m pretty good at logic. When it suits me.)
I believe the exact words were “Thppppt!”
So, there you go. Writer’s block has absolutely nothing to do with blockage of any sort.
Call them what you will: Muses, gremlins, or demons. THEY’RE the ones to blame.
Now back to those aliens …