Last time I was talking about The Block and how it comes and goes. I guess there are people, and they have every right to feel this way mind you, who believe writer’s block to be a product of laziness. In some ways, yes, it is. And the people saying this, well, their brand of love is tough love. But, yes, love. In my humble opinion though writer’s block is so much more than being undisciplined. It’s often tied up in emotions, stress, sickness; and then you mix all those like a martini and throw in some rejection and depression and whatever you can find, and then it gets worse. One day you feel like you can’t eat enough pizza, and then another you want to run over Papa John with a zamboni. We humans are so unpredictable. We change and change and change and we think we can control every little aspect of our psyche, but it’s not that simple. So I can’t agree with writer’s block being self-willed, there are just too many variables. I do know this: no matter how you feel about the whole thing, you should try to at least hold a little compassion for those who suffer The Block, because it might be you one day. And for those of you currently in The Block, pen one sentence per day. Just one. It doesn’t have to be good or fancy or anything. Then try for two. Slowly you can dig yourself out of The Block. The worst you can do is blame yourself. Remember, to write is a beautiful verb. A gift. Don’t ever let it destroy you.