How to deal with Writer's Block?

Many people who write online day after day arrive at the end of a road that says "dead end" and inspiration fails. When the horrible blockade of a poet strikes you, it can be very discouraging and you wonder where your next thoughts will come from. Things are never as bad as they seem and, perhaps, when there are times when we are afraid not to say another word, let's see what the famous authors did.

Benjamin Franklin, one of the founding fathers of the United States, bathed naked. He imagined that an open window would circulate the air and this is an important measure of disease prevention. He helped him to better connect his thoughts.

The famous writer Victor Hugo, author of books like "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", has his own method. When the words did not flow, he took off his clothes and gave them to his waiter. Then he shut himself up in the room until the words started to flow again.

When it came to creators of characters as wonderful as Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain preferred to gather his thoughts in his bed. He had a favorite bed with a beautiful carved oak head part.

Another writer sitting on his bed was Edith Sitwell, but he probably put things on top that would start his writing day by lying in an open coffin.

Took a separate room to be isolated for some time. She was well known, Maya Angelou. Removed all distractions from the room such as works of art or decorations. The only remaining items were the Bible, a collection of poems, a dictionary, a thesaurus, a deck of cards, a bottle of sherry, cigarettes and an ashtray. Okay, I agree that most of us who smoke is not a good habit, so it could be eliminated, but the idea of playing cards was the solitaire game that carried the tide of language. It's something to keep in mind, but you can have that attitude at home instead of taking it to a hotel that can be expensive.

Truman Capote, the author of American classics like Breakfast at Tiffany and In Cold Blood, also preferred a lie in bed. He had strange superstitions. I would never have started or written Friday that I had never been in a hotel room that contained the number 13 in the phone number and that I smoked, even though I smoked more than three cigarettes a day, I never I had never left more than three butts an ashtray that stores the rest in the pocket of the coat. Of course, as a published author, we could afford some peculiarities.

The French author Alexandre Dumas, whose books included "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "The Three Musketeers", thought that the aesthetics of writing was almost as important as the writing itself. He colored the code of his work. The fiction was written on blue paper, poems in yellow and non-fiction on pink paper. Once, as he was traveling through the blue paper and getting ready to use a white sheet, he thought his writing was worse.

Virginia Woolf wrote with feathers of different colors, among which Lila was her favorite.

The author James Joyce of novels like "Ulysses" and "The Dubliners" preferred to write on the belly, with cardboard and blue pastels. My boy, it would give me a big blow to the neck. Since the author was almost blind in childhood because of myopia, the blue pencil was easier to see for him. I always wore a white coat because the best-reflected light is more important at night.

The author of "Madame Bovary" Gustave Flaubert had a rather unusual program. He woke up at 10 am and hit the blanket to tell his mother he wanted to talk. Speaking to her mother sitting on the bed would be a chimney and the smoke would aggravate her migraine, but she would continue to do so. Then he submerged himself in boiling water in the bathtub and soaked his bald head with a tonic.

The author Franz Kafka of "The Metamorphosis" sold the insurance one day and wrote the night. His days were the usual from 9 to 17 and he started writing at 10:30 and wrote until the early hours of the morning. In a sense, the combination of work and writing worked well for him.

William Faulkner would do the opposite. He wrote during the day and worked at night in a power plant.

The German poet Friedrich Schiller needed the stink of rotten apples to continue writing.

The Anglo-American poet W. H. Auden took amphetamines every morning for twenty years starting in 1938 and took the Seconal barbiturate when he had to compensate for the effects on sleep. If this combination did not work, Auden had a glass of vodka on the bedside table.

Hunter S. Thompson was known for his breakfast of cocaine, Chivas shelf cigarettes, and Dunhill cigarettes. That combination seemed to work for him all day. When he went to lunch, he mixed Heineken and Margarita into the mix, and if he had a snow cone, he would simply crush the ice in a glass and pour it into several Chivas jiggers.

As you can see, the authors have done everything to continue to inspire and write. Not all methods can be the best, and some are frankly strange if they are not dangerous or unhealthy, but a writer has to do what he does best and keep writing. Do you have something to do to keep writing?

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