I found another reason why I am not a believer in writer’s block:
I am sitting on my back porch. It’s about 85 degrees. At
least that’s what it was. It might be cooling off a bit. Storm clouds are
creeping across the sky just starting to blot out the pinks and golds of the
sun setting behind the trees. A large bird – a Great Blue Heron, now that I
look closer – is lumbering westward. I remember someone saying once that birds
don’t fly at night. He must be looking for a place to roost for the night. The
clouds are a slate blue and turning inky at the edges. I don’t care what the
forecasters say, it is going to rain tonight.
Okay? I had nothing to write. But I did.
Look around! Write something! It may not be the something you
intended to write, but it might be useful at some point!
I remember seeing a video about Basho once. If you don’t know
who he was, he was probably the most revered haikuist ever. He said that if you stood
in one place you were supposed to be able to write something like 200 haiku
just from looking around yourself. Then, he added, if you ran out of things to
write about, you should look down at your feet and write about that!