I never (or at least rarely ever) suffer from writer's block. Whether I'm having a conversation, writing articles or blog posts, or drafting a story, I am never at a loss for words. They may not be "good" words, but I can definitely fill a space with them. Oh, I've run into walls trying to figure out plot points or get some character out of a jam (or into one), but I let those things roll around in my head while I'm writing something else. Or I stop thinking altogether and just type away. So . . . no writer's block here.
That said . . .
And I haven't even begun.
Every time I even think about sitting down to work on a new story, I freeze. What will I write about? What genre do I want to write in this time? Who do I want to write about? What's going to happen?
I have no clue.
I have never been so utterly and completely stuck.
Honestly, I believe this just proves the importance of the habit of writing. Once I start writing, momentum conquers all. But starting that motor is rough this time around. I rested for far too long. The gears are rusty.
Never fear. I remind myself I have tools and that all great stories begin with great characters. I'm printing character worksheets and gathering old magazines to create collages (my muse is quite visual, I've learned). I might be stuck today, but I promise it won't last long. I hope to be chugging along by this time next week.