I appreciate that, folks, I do. But the point is we give ourselves all sorts of reasons (read: excuses) for not writing: laziness, negative self-talk, no time, no space, too much noise, no noise. The reasons are as varied and individual as we are.
Sometimes, though, there is no immediately identifiable reason, nothing we're conscious of, anyway. The words simply won't come. It's real. It happens. Now, there are some good coping mechanisms given above but there are others, too. What do you do? Do you go for a walk in the fresh air? Do you tell Calgon to take you away? What do you do?
Well, what I do or don't do is related to the reason, which is why I asked
So. Sometimes, I'm capable of writing, I can sort of think of what to write, but the thing just isn't coming together. I may then switch to another project, thinking this one wasn't meant to be, or I haven't pre-planned enough yet. Or I may try more planning and outlining. Or I may pull myself back entirely and seek some sort of extra-my-brain thought in another medium, by which I mean I usually watch a movie or read nonfiction articles or something, in order to introduce myself to elements of the world that I cannot think of on my own. I may talk to friends hoping to work something out.
Sometimes, I'm stuck on plot. I sometimes find freewriting -- "talking" to myself in text -- helpful. What if this happened? Does it make sense? Would it make more sense if x? If I carry that to its logical conclusion, or to several conclusions, what would happen? Fart fart fart. Can't think of anything. What motivates the character? List anything that jumps to mind. Love. Love of a dog. Love of a lion. Loving a lion would probably kill her or at least hurt a lot. There are no lions in this setting, that's a problem. And so on. I might also do this with the lights off and my eyes closed, letting my brain drift on the subject. Some people get some ideas in the shower, on walks, or outside their usual habitats...getting the brain to work its way out of a rut in whatever way possible.
Sometimes I am bored of what I'm writing, so any of the above might be tried. Freewriting, plugging more input into myself to play with, pictures, places, people, things, histories; trying to think of something I'm interested in enough to write. Nonfiction gives me more ideas than anything else. Many of them are not workable with what I'm trying to do, but it's the most fertile ground for me.
All of the above might fail. When it does, I don't have a backup plan. I just withdraw. Withdrawing is not effective but I don't know what else to do.
Sometimes I hate what I'm writing. It looks ugly, nothing's coming out right. I can switch to another project but the same thing happens. I can't think. I can't do. My head is full of mud. I don't have a fix for this. I try to get other bits of my life in order hoping that I will have an improved mood overall, but I don't often get very far. I try to think of what I might tell a friend. Poop it out anyway, I might say, make a mess, try to edit later, or if you need a break take a break, just breathe, don't be too hard on yourself, you're majestic as fuck even when this happens, we're all human, sometimes things just don't work, it's okay, this happens. And it does. Sometimes I do poop something out anyway, sometimes I just sit in my mess and wallow. (Ideally the "sitting in the mess" part would be breathing and taking a break, but I'm bad at doing the good things)
Often, I'm just...I cannot see any point in spending the energy doing this. I don't get anything out of it and neither does anyone else. The world does not need my voice. My voice has nothing to say anyway. I do not have stories in me. I should step aside and make room for people who do, whose voices are needed, who have something in them. I can't do this well enough for money and I don't have enough love in me to do it for love. I should stop trying. Etcetera.
I don't have a fix for this either. That stops me writing. All I do then is just...wait. Weeks, months maybe. Why write if no one gets anything out of it, after all?
The above is part of a larger mental affliction, though. So I try to focus on what to do with that. Writing, not writing, it doesn't matter; just need to keep myself functional and see if I can get my brain online.
And I don't think all that quite covers all possible causes and responses, either?
But, yanno, this is just what I experience, what I attempt. And none of it really has to do with motivation or impetus. If I have the motivation, I have it; if I don't, I don't--I have not yet discovered how to manufacture it.
Mmm. I don't know how to end a post effectively. * flourishes with bunch of flowers *