Writers Block happens.

Sometimes you get stuck on the plot, or can’t figure out how your carefully crafted characters would behave, or are just in a rut and can’t get out of it. You need something to kick your lazy fingers back into action and put words on the screen!

Here’s what you do. You open a word document. You meditate on your main characters for a few minutes and then… you turn on the radio.

Listen. There will be a song. Let it inspire you, and write.

Keep writing for as long as the song lasts, then write for the next one. Aim to get at least 50 words per song. You don’t have to write a novel in order, you’re trying to write powerful moments of a story, they don’ts have to be in order. They don’t even have to be used in the final draft, then just have to inspire you. (You will be forgiven if you are uninspired by rap songs or advertisements)

You can keep these written ‘moments’ at hand to insert into your story when the right moment comes. They give you points to sort of aim for in your plot whilst you write to fil the gaps, as it were. Just write!

Here are some radio-writings of mine from only recently.

The wind whipped around her face, dragging her black hair in all directions as she strode towards the door. She was angry. She was scared.
“Let me in,” she demanded, lifting her left hand and pushing towards the door. The wind rallied around her, obedient to her will, and thrust forward, blowing the door off its hinges.

Trill stroked Magnis’ stone gently in her palm, watching the milky swirls within it shift to follow her finger.
“You’re not any further away than you were before,” she whispered.
“You might not notice the difference, but I am!”
“I’m glad I have you though,” she replied, lifting the stone to her lips for a soft kiss. His stone blushed red.

The five of them walked out of Belgris, leading the horses. The sun was rising, the air was warming and somewhere one lone bird was singing. It felt good to be alive.
“South then?” suggested Detra. Trill and Veltra nodded.
“Like we have any opinion of which direction to go,” said Jesse. “But let’s go there anyway.” They rode down the deserted roads as the sun climbed higher in the sky. The world around them began to look better. Dew evaporated from the grass, light chased shadows away from under trees and behind rocks. It no longer mattered that she wasn’t at home. It no longer mattered that death had been distinctly too close not so long ago. Life was good, and this morning was wonderful.

I can do this, she thought, I have to do this. Jesse tried desperately to view the codes of the gasses in the air around them, searching for the streams of oxygen on the inside of the sphere.
He taunted from is relative safety, mocking the frenzied Trillinda as the fire of her rage engulfed one half of his shield.
There they were, the oxygens floating through the air. Do something, she willed them. Bind with something in there.

“I’m going,” she said firmly, pulling her cloak around her shoulders. “I’m not going to stay here. I can’t.”
“But why?” he asked. “You can do good here. You already have. There are children walking out there with dreams they never would have had without you.” Veltra shook her head and climbed onto Blizzard’s back.
“I will always be one of them so long as my family name lingers around me. I have to escape what I was born into. That’s how I can be good for me, and do good for other people.”
“I won’t stop you, but I will wait for you.”
“No, don’t.” she said. “Find someone who’s actually interested in you romantically and live a life. Because I wouldn’t wait for you.”
“You’re breaking me heart here.”
“Good. Maybe now it can be healed.”

There was a tram coming. This fact alone was amazing because for the past few months, trams had been a thing of her memory. Things of that other world.
Now there was one there.
She was back!
And nearby so were Detra, Trill and Veltra, looking utterly confused.
She grabbed her phone from her bag, seeing just enough battery left to make a call.
“Mel! I’m back! I’m at the tram near the physics building!”
“Jesse?!”