I do not get writer’s block, but sometimes, for some unknown reason, a particular chapter will just feel like I am running uphill.
When that happens, I borrow a page out of Ken’s philosophy: at a bare minimum, three-hundred words are not insignificant. Therefore, if I can write 300 words in a particular day, I’ve contributed to my novel instead of bemoaning my lack of energy. One day soon, 300 turns to 600. Then 1200, and all is right in the world.
Left to my own devices, I am a prolific writer. Sometimes, in that quiet week of reflection that washes over me, slow and steady wins the race.
I call this the Zen of Ken.