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Do you know why we go creative blocks at the first place? Think about creative blocks this way, that were not Robotic right?
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At a point in every writer’s journey, there comes this strange, heavy silence. It’s not the good kind of silence that clears your mind it’s the choking kind that makes every idea slip through your fingers before you can hold onto it.
You sit there, staring at the screen or a blank sheet of paper, waiting for words to come, but nothing feels right. It’s like the river that once flowed so freely in your mind has suddenly dried up.
That’s what we call “creative block.” And it’s one of the most frustrating battles a creator can face.
I know that feeling too well. I’ve had nights where I stayed up with my notebook, the lamp casting shadows on the page, yet all I managed to write were half-sentences that felt hollow.
Sometimes I question myself in those moments. Am I even good enough? What if I’ve lost it? That inner voice grows louder the longer the silence lingers.
Creative block doesn’t just stop your work; it creeps into your confidence. It makes you wonder if the magic you once had has left for good.
The way I handle creative block is rarely the same each time, because every block feels different. Sometimes, I fight it head-on.
I sit there and push through the mud, writing badly on purpose, knowing that even ugly words are better than none.
There’s something freeing about allowing yourself to be imperfect, about lowering the pressure and saying, “Fine, it doesn’t have to be brilliant today it just has to exist.” More often than not, once I get past that first messy paragraph, the flow returns.
Other times, though, I don’t fight it at all. I walk away. I take my notebook, close it gently, and let myself live outside the words for a while.
I go for long walks with no destination. Move into my top bath, shower up myself with cold water.
I cook, I clean, I laugh with friends, I listen to music that touches places deeper than language. Strangely, in those ordinary moments, inspiration sneaks back in.
I’ll be watching the rain slide down a window, and suddenly a sentence forms in my head one that feels alive, one that makes me rush back to the page. I’ve learned that sometimes creativity doesn’t respond to force; it responds to patience.
I also remind myself that a creative block doesn’t mean failure. It doesn’t mean I’ve lost the gift. It means my mind is asking for rest, or for something new to feed on.
There was a time I punished myself so harshly during a block, calling myself lazy, worthless. But with time, I’ve realised the block is part of the process.
It’s the soil lying fallow before it grows something new. That shift in perspective has given me peace I no longer see it as an enemy, but as a pause button that my spirit sometimes needs.
And in the quiet of those pauses, I’ve discovered something important: creativity is not just about producing. It’s about experiencing.
When I let myself live to feel deeply, to observe carefully, to connect with people and moments the words eventually return, and they return richer than before.
So how do I handle creative block? Sometimes I fight through it. Sometimes I surrender to it.
But always, I trust that it won’t last forever. Because the truth is, the words always come back. They always find their way home.
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