Writer's Block

The dreaded phrase: writer's block. I did a book talk at a women's club last week and the inevitable question arose.
"Do you ever have writer's block," the little old lady in a red suit asked.
"No, I don't," came my cocky reply.
And I usually don't until this week. Now I find myself finding every little thing else to do besides sitting down and writing an article.
Perhaps there is a reason I cannot write this piece on a young man from my area in Fallujah with the Marines. My deadline is two weeks away and while I have written perhaps the first 300 words, the rest does not come. And that first 300? Forget it — it does not do what I envision.
So I dusted my sewing box today with three years accumulation of dust. I do not sew anymore.
I fight the little voice inside today that suggests perhaps my computer will accumulate dust just like that if I do not break out of this block.
My solution? I am blogging and I do not have writer's block here.
Next I will eat leftover pizza and who knows what inspiration that might bring.
Luckily as a freelancer that Iraqi piece is not the only one sitting on my desk waiting for my inspiration.
Perhaps I will write about the garden club unearthing a sign from an old truck stop or maybe I'll turn to Wal-Mart and turn my frustration on the supercenter that threatens to impinge on our community here in north Florida.
Or then again perhaps I'll go to my novel on big box developers — much more satisfaction there because in fiction, the little guy can actually win.