My latest article in National Review is on writer’s block:
I approached the topic with skepticism. As a writer, I’ve had good days and bad days — but I’ve never struggled with the sheer inability to write. Many people have a starry-eyed, artsy view of what writers do. Not me. I see writing as work, and agree with Samuel Johnson (via Boswell): “A man may write anytime if he will set himself doggedly to it.” Do ditchdiggers ever acquire ditchdigger’s block? They may suffer sore backs, but they also do their jobs. Why should writers be different?