It must be terribly stressful for a writer to be put in the position of having to write when he doesn’t feel like it. (Could I be wrong? Do most writers actually thrive on that kind of stress?)
Most? Actually, any, I dunno. But if I’ve not got a deadline then I find out that procrastination is something – possibly the only thing – that I’m really very, very, good at.
Worry about editors impatiently awaiting a promised manuscript never enters the picture. I don’t make promises, so I don’t have deadlines. As a result, writer’s block and I are strangers to each other.
Don’t think it’s writers’ block that I have. Laziness maybe? Or even short termism possibly. That grand book project might well – well, no probably won’t but you grasp the point – make my name but that 500 words might pay $50 next week. One is an incentive I react to, the other isn’t. I fail, perhaps, the marshmallow test.