Im sure this has been asked a billion times but....

[Cain]

How do you deal with writers block?

You write regardless.

If you cannot think of anything, write that down.  Write down that you are writing things down.  Write down you are imagining Cain ordering you to write things down.  Write down how meta this whole thing is becoming.

You write and you write and you write even if you have nothing to say because you need to kick your own ass until you're into the habit of writing whether or not you "feel" like it.

[Don Coyote]

How do you deal with writers block?

You write regardless.

If you cannot think of anything, write that down.  Write down that you are writing things down.  Write down you are imagining Cain ordering you to write things down.  Write down how meta this whole thing is becoming.

You write and you write and you write even if you have nothing to say because you need to kick your own ass until you're into the habit of writing whether or not you "feel" like it.

WHY DOES EVERYTHING BECOME SO META HERE!@!!!!!@$%$#@%^*&*)*&%&%%$Y^%&*%^$!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I find that writing very, very bad poetry is helpful.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I should not be afraid to write something shitty if im the only person reading it.

Also anne marie approves of lyrics. Probably going to be a new song.

[LMNO]

You could taka a bunch of lyrics that never made it, but almost did, or write a paragraph on a theme you might want to sing about.

Put them all on one sheet sheet of paper (or more, if you have that much).

Then, cut the sheet into 8 equal pieces, and put them in a hat or a box.

Randomly draw out the pieces and reconstruct the page as the pieces are drawn from the hat.

Take a look at what you have just created.  Either use it, or get inspired by it.


Example (post- cutup):
In the dark sub-basement, dirt cellar door was still firmly knew that while rare, from outside to open it. Out there, but this seemed earth heaved again, and I was torn, but stopped, all of a stayed put, and wrapped one was silent, the air was still full when it would all sound.  I grabbed near the central beam of the cross the ceiling at the rattling was still upstairs. The arrows of light shown, and there were no attempts and I could smell smoke. It made an effort sto stand, but the bound journal found fifty miles knocked off balance.  Trouble with his brain again, around J, wondering go see him, but it was odd that I have a mess of ground shaking misfiring neurons to thank for earthquakes weren't unfamiliar touched down, I got a call like a big one.