Writer’s block, whatever the cause, is the archenemy of a writer, his and her nemesis that came into existence the very moment we penned what would become our first word. It is the antithesis of our purpose, the anti-matter to our matter, and — if given enough life — can defeat us on our commute to work, over coffee with a friend, while watching our favorite sporting event or even as we sleep — in essence, in any moment we aren’t writing.

The solution? It varies from writer to writer, but a good place to start is with coffee, headphones, and a pen in hand or finger on a keyboard. For writing is our best defense against our dreaded foe.

And our enemy knows this.

It knows the words are there.

That they will come forth given the chance.

Yet we have to be in a place for them to flow lest they easily fleet away amongst the noise of the world, gone into the great ether of the unwritten page.

We cannot let that happen despite the best efforts of our deadliest adversary.

For we are writers. 

And writers are meant to write.