I talk to kids all the time. And inevitably, somebody will say, “Did you ever suffer from writer’s block?” I don’t know why everyone knows about writer’s block, but they do. Do they ever ask an actor, “Do you have actor’s block?” Or do they speak to their mailman and say, “Do you have mailman block today?” But writer’s block is a common question. And I say to them, “Well, what do you mean by that?” Because it apparently means different things to different people.
They say, “Well, you know, you don’t know quite what to say next.” I say, “That happens a hundred times a day,” because you don’t [know] – as opposed to sort of a state of depression, which is a much more complex thing: when a writer truly cannot write at all. But not knowing what to put down for the next sentence is what my life is all about in the sense that you’re always struggling to make sure it’s right, it’s well written, and what comes next. And that’s not writer’s block; that’s writing.
