The term writer’s block has always felt ill-fitted to the feeling of not being able to write. The imagery elicited by the word block is one of a straightforward obstacle, of something clear and robust in vision, something surmountable. The semantic associations of this phrase, of identifying the limitation as a solid object, feels far from the sensation of fog that plagues my brain when I feel unable to write. It feels more like I’m inside the block, and like the block is made of glass, and like I can see the expanse of the whole world outside of the block but can’t contribute to it, can’t understand it. The world of my characters, of my own inner richness, of my reality, becomes totally incomprehensible in a way that isn’t abstract and taunting. Every attempt to make sense of it ends up becoming a spiral of stimuli that takes me in circles but never to any words or newfound understandings. Because, to me at least, that’s what writing is: assigning meaning, making connections, recognizing patterns. It works in tandem with the way I live, and understand the grand complex thing that is my life, which makes the moments of non-writing feel like moments of my life wasted, undocumented, unhonored.
And of course, if the lull itself isn’t enough reason for panic, there is the fear that I’ll never pick up the pen back up again. To a certain extent, I believe in the importance of creative discipline and its role in combatting the issue of non-writing. Rhetoric is a skill, as is the development of vocabulary, and of utilizing literary techniques. Practicing these skills, even if it results in blocks of texts with only one good line, are useful in developing writing overall. The mind is, at least on a very basic level, a machine that needs maintenance and benefits from routine. Discipline in all facets of life is paramount, and that idea is only reinforced to me more and more as I grow older. More often than not, it is better to have written something bad that will never see the light of day than to have written nothing at all.
But in that same essence, the observation that can take place in periods of non-writing is also a skill to be developed. Taking lapses in creativity as pockets of opportunity rather than displacement or suspension has transformed the way I react to them, and the reinforcement I feel every time I do inevitably return to writing affirms that it is something essential to my being. And for the static time in between, whether it be days or months, nourishes me subconsciously and make that return feel as invigorating as it always does. The clarity i’m provided by the silence of my own mind creates the fertile soil necessary for any comprehensive words or ideas to grow.
It always come down to a matter of balance, as all of life does. Thankfully, I have the entire rest of my life to continue writing, and not writing, and learning something new each time around the cycle.





