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I’ve never had writer’s block.
What I have had — many times, every novel — is the question: how do I solve this problem? You think of an idea. Then you sit there wondering how to get yourself out of it without the reader being bored, or working it out before you have. That is not writer’s block. That is the work.
The hourglass is on my desk for a reason. I sit down at six in the morning, I turn the sand, and I write. Whether I feel inspired is irrelevant. Whether the words are good is irrelevant for that first draft. The job is to write until the sand has run out. Some days are golden. Some days are wretched. Most days are simply work — and at the end of work I have pages, and pages are what novels are made of.
If you do find yourself stuck at the desk, my advice is the opposite of what most writers do. Keep writing. Often, when you go on writing through it, the writing leads you somewhere else entirely — off the page, in a strange direction. Then you have to go back and rewrite. I have no problem with that. And then, having rewritten, you go to bed and get an even better idea in the small hours. The point is to go on working. Not to feel sorry for yourself – and never begin – or to pause and stop half way through.
Walking helps me. I walk between writing sessions. The problem you cannot solve at the desk often solves itself by the time you have rounded the second corner. Reading helps. I read every night before sleep — Dickens, Christie, Dumas, Hardy — and I keep a pad on the bedside table. Some of the best chapters I have ever written started as a sentence I scribbled at three in the morning (pencil and note pad are on my bedside table).
If you are genuinely stuck — not on any particular sentence but on the entire book — go back to what made you want to write it in the first place. The original impulse. For Not a Penny More it was anger; for Kane & Abel it was the ambition to write a novel that spanned a century. The original impulse is the engine. If you have lost it, find it again before you write another word.
But the sand. The sand is the answer. Turn it. Write until it has run out. Tomorrow, do it again.