Midnight_Alpha
I've had some major writer's block, and I need some suggestions on fixing it.
Well, I can tell you to just power through it and keep writing. It would probably work, but that will be addressing the symptom and not the issue. But before we delve in any further, from one paper:
Free writing, questions that stimulate thinking, encouragement, completing an outline before one writes, talking out-loud then writing down those thoughts, eliminating all distractions, and changing one’s surroundings are all solutions that could possibly help a student overcome writer’s block
First, I have to ask you: Why? Why do you think you have writer's block? Think back: Why didn't you have writer's block in the beginning and you do now? I can assure you, if you had writer's block in the very beginning, your stories would've never been written. And they're written now, so you made it through the beginning there.
So what's different between now and back then?
With my awesome psychic powers, I was able to glimpse at the alternate universes, and saw different many different you
's. No worries, I'll tell it to you, free of charge. The first inter-parallel reading is free.
The first you I saw posted on a blog that:
You no longer want to write.
There comes a time when you just don't want to write. It's not that you don't love it. It's just that it's time to let go. You loved it. It was great while it lasted. But now it's time to move on. There's nothing wrong with that. Its okay to trade the pen for the sword. Time to go hacking and slashing, as those dungeons aren't going to close themselves here. So you registered yourself to an Adventure's Guild and earned the nickname: The Once Author. Sadly, you died on the second dungeon because you scratched your arm on a slime-infested cave. You developed a bacterial infection, and died shortly afterwards. But its okay. You traded the pen for the sword. You followed your heart. You liked something, and you tried it. Lived fully, died young. #YOLO
The "second you" was crestfallen:
You're not good enough
You were scared. You didn't know whether you should do Plot A, or Plot B. Your readers wanted Plot C, but you feel you may disappoint them because you already were leaning towards Plot B. So you freeze. Like a deer in headlights. The moment between life and death of your story, you ... didn't choose. Your story stalled. You were afraid the readers didn't like where you were steering your story. You were afraid that you didn't have a good enough story. The sentence wasn't perfect enough. The plot wasn't developed enough. The dialogues were too crappy. So you hesitated. You dipped your quill onto the ink, but you never quilled your paper. Instead, you sat. And you waited.
Days turned into nights. The bills racked up. Seasons changed. Empires rose and fell. Yet the paper remained blank. 'But what if,' you thought to yourself, 'What if it's not good enough?' So you waited. But the world didn't.
'Aha!' Your eyes lit up. The moment was finally here: 'I've the perfect 7-word sentence to describe this next scene!'. You turned to dip your quill in ink, but the ink was long dried out. The paper was worn and torn from the slightest touch of your once-quill. So you scratched the 7 words on the next best thing in front of you. A tombstone:
Here stands Midnight Alpha, he who waited.
You chuckled at your creativity. "Get it? Stand?' You laughed maniacally.
Then, I encountered an interesting you:
You were... tired.
You've chewed up the story, the plot, the themes, and the drama. You breathed the conversational dialogues between your character and the side characters. You dreamed of scribbling down notes for your next plot. Your whole life was a constant... "story this, story that". You were just going through the motions, and you're tired. You needed rest. A break from all this. But your brain won't let you. But the more you focused, the less focus you had. What a conundrum. So you write. And kept writing. And then.. you just couldn't write anymore. It's just... too tiresome. That which you loved is now tiresome. Maybe this was why your abeula laughed at you when you told her that "You wanted to work with what you love. That way, you will no longer have to work a single day in your life!" She had laughed and scoffed at you. She had said to not do it. You remembered arguing back. 'She's just getting old and senile'.
But when "what you loved" and "what's bringing food to the table" became the same thing, you quickly learned that some of the things you do to bring food to the table isn't exactly what you loved---If you read this far, start off your reply with a <3 so I can confirm that you're actually reading---You wanted to use a three-act story structure to write about the love of a wife to her husband through all the little action she does for him every day, but your readers and publisher wanted you to write about a self-righteous cultivator who slaughters an entire clan because that clan "looked down on him and they stepped on his chicken last chapter." This is despite the fact that in the last 18 chapters, he annihilated 18 different clans, one in each chapter, "because, reasons." But if you don't write this, you'll have to choose between buying one-pound of beef for dinner, or skipping dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.
So you wrote. You wrote what you loved. You wrote what you didn't. You wrote when you wanted to, and you wrote when you didn't want to. You wrote it all, from steamy A.I stories to Dr. Seuss's fan fiction. You wrote. And wrote. And now, you have burned out. You're tired and burned out.
It was too tragic. I couldn't keep watching that "you", so I moved on and found.. an unlucky you.
You're too busy.
Every time you wanted to write, you couldn't. In the back of your mind, a voice was nagging, 'The laundry's not started yet. Dishes are starting to fill up in the sink. The kid needs help with his homework. I should probably repair that fence ...' In an atmosphere and situation that set you up for failure, you... failed. It succeeded in making sure that you failed, and you failed gloriously. But that's okay. That's just in the writing department. You made a great parent and partner. You don't judge a car by its ability to cook scramble eggs. Today's just not the day. Once you retweaked the settings a bit, you'll likely excel in writing. And possibly cook slow-cook ribs with your car.
So go back and ask yourself. What changed from the beginning and now? A lot of technique to rid yourself of writer's block tends to address issues that you're facing now. If you need help, I have consulted with the cosmos, and they gave me this answer here. Do not berate or belittle this psychic searching technique. It is very powerful, and can do a lot of damage in the wrong hands. I've entrusted this to you, lost writer, in hopes that you can better use this ability to help yourself and others like you.