|Pictured: Madness Personified|
And that is the point of this week's essay. Sometimes, you just have to take the day off.
Look, I get it. You're serious about your craft. This "writing" thing isn't a hobby… it's a career. And you are dedicated. Committed even. However, like any job, if you become too serious about it, you will be. Committed, I mean. No, I'm not condoning slacking off. And I'm not saying that this isn't a serious endeavor. But what I am saying is that, even for the greatest writers in history, sometimes the words just don't come.
|Pictured: Words! Where are the words?|
|Pictured: Harold, the Hermit|
|Pictured: Writer exposed to direct sunlight|
Go out on a date. See a movie. Get a drink. Go for a jog. For pity's sake, go interact with people. And whatever you do, do not talk about your work. There is nothing writers like to do more than talk about their work. In fact, many writers like talking about it so much, they rarely ever get down to actually doing it. But for one evening, you're not a writer. For one evening, you are going out masquerading as a "normal" person. For one evening, you need to get out and actually enjoy life. And then you'll notice a funny thing… When you get back, your writer's block will be gone. It's true. Because when you let go of that vice-like grip on your imagination, it relaxes and is allowed to flow again.