Blocks are the bane of writers’ existence. They are the damns that can’t – or won’t – be breached. A playwright I know was grappling with a block for months. He was desperate. He was willing to try anything. For a few months he sat naked at his computer. This helped a bit. Maybe by baring is body it made it easier for him to bare his soul. He wasn’t clear on this. Also, he tried writing as soon as he got up in the morning and if he could hold it in he went straight to his desk, not even bothering to go to the bathroom.