In addition to being a prolific and successful writer (Return to the Scene of the Crime, To Serve and Collect Shattered Innocence, among others), Richard Lindberg is also a good friend of mine. However, one day read on its Web site an article yours that was the writer’s block and that put our friendship to the test. Like many writers who earn a living with your art, I too had sterile periods, a euphemism to qualify these dreadful hours that one stays in white in front of a sheet or your computer. Things do not occur him so naturally in the usual way, and in the worst cases, anything not happens. Richard, more than anyone, should have been sensitive to this nightmare that the writers know all. However, this is what he believed in this regard: I have never believed in the writer’s block.
It does not exist. There are only vague writers. It never occurred to me that Richard might have reason. I was too busy basking me on my justified indignation and wishing him that is was cut creativity leads to him also. But now I’m completely agree with him and I guess that, when reading this article, other writers curse my progression as I cursed by Richard. In my opinion, the writer’s block is due to the excessive trust that is attributed to the concept of inspiration. We usually represent the creativity like a wave that flooded us with genius and leaves glossy content in our sheet or in our word processor when he retired.
That you do not misunderstand me! It is a feeling that I have already experienced and is really stimulating. But it is not the norm, and therefore do not feel inspired, certain writers simply don’t write. This is fatal if one is determined to be a professional writer. The inspiration may be absent for various reasons: tiredness, restlessness, outside distractions, etc.