There's No Such Thing as Writer's Block

It may be true that writer's block is a figment of our imagination and all it takes to cure the mental barrier is to sit down and write something, but when it comes down to it, writer's block is much more complicated. Sure, I can sit down at a computer on any given day and bang anything out, but let's be honest: unless my heart is in it and my mind is working, whatever comes out is going to be absolute drivel. However, it is the advice of many authors, essayists and bloggers (some of whom have achieved tens of subscribers), to just do it.

And so, I do.

However, this segment will, in all likelihood, lack inspiration, pith and zest. It will most likely leave its readers wanting for compassion, understanding, fortitude, sentiment or tenderness. Its complete and utter lack of soul, spunk, moxie, relish or even a bottom line will create an empty hole in which meaning could easily fit, if there was any.

If my mind was enthusiastic as my intentions, this sprinkling of words would perhaps encourage a flash of insight or motivate a future world leader to put down the Xbox controller and run for school board on a platform of honest reform. It might spark wisdom in an eleventh grade dropout whose head hadn't been clear in weeks, or be a vital part of a new awakening of mankind, ushering all of its readers into a revelation of literary exaltation; a new world where words reign supreme.

As it sits, however, this episode does not achieve any goals at all, does not stimulate the reader, does not incite, persuade, prompt, suggest or trigger any feelings at all, besides emphasizing the seriousness of a bout of writer's block and making me wonder if I will ever get back into the realm of substance, rather than implying worth and then abandoning it unconditionally.