I’m not a fan of Philip Pullman, but for once he is right.
When I have to write an article or make an advert, find a new slogan or just a 3-word-claim for a new product, my boss would just laugh me down if I didn’t deliver in time and explained myself with “writer’s block”. Once.
A second time would mean trouble.
But if the standards I set myself are not as high as the demands of others, if I talk myself into believing that I can’t write because of a gazillion reasons, I should at least be honest.
It’s not writer’s block. It’s laziness and disinterest, perhaps temporary, perhaps a project simply died. Everybody has the right to be lazy and disinterested from time to time, it’s hard enough to fight out of this state of mind as it is, and fancy excuses only make it harder. Especially when fellow writers pat my back and declare solemnly that they “know how I feel”.
No, you don’t. You’re just as lazy as I am, but your excuses are probably not the same.
Guys’n’Gals – if I start to ramble about something so dubious like writer’s block, I need a boot up my ass, not some pathetic sympathy for something that is 90% simple work. Only the last 10% are this ominous thing called inspiration, and it’s more dependent on the weather, my workload, level of sleep deprivation and alcohol misuse than anything else.