How to rid myself of writer's block?

Im feeling down and without inspiration. I need some help. What do you all do when you can't seam to put words on the page/screen?

 

("...cheer up and join us, leave that bookwriting stuff alone awhile, and instead just befriend us here...." suggested the goblin, adding "...I mean a writer like you should be able to do the most amazing posts, with pictures, narration and dialogue too, where all you have to do is take a look at the other posts in this section, decide what you want to take on-board as your style, and then post away, no rules to livewriting, you decide everything and anything, where I'll chat with you on the livewriting threads because I'll then see what type of writer you are...")

 

It will come flowing like waterfall pages and narrations and pictures and exploits that you will dream of and create. God lives on the inside of you and you have the power to create. So do not worry just drink in peace and trust God and then start with God's help of course. It will be great and wonderful . Looking forward to seeing some of your writing.

 

"That goblin there's got good advice on him," said Dejavu. "Just do it." He said inspiredly. "Or, write along then with live writers writing among eachother and if you're still not sure, then settle for reading. Either way, cheering is always up."

 

I find that you writers have all copied the same style from each other.

 

"That's just the impression the third person gives, whoever they happen to be" said Dejavu, knowing his style to be his very own no matter whose it did or would ever resemble. "The thing that likens us to oneanother is that we love our very own expression."

 

"But I wouldn't say it's a style I do not enjoy to some modicum of excess",observed Fairlight,ruminating over his own occasional literary experiments.

 

Go to Bed and therefter "Per chance to dream" (?)

 

I go for a walk, head phones in, phone at home.

 

"... and that style suits all, for it is ones own and therefor never that of another." The little mouse smiles at Dionysus and offers him her wine. "Perhaps a drink to unleash the voices the writer silenced by some ill fortune?" Then she quickly sips her wine. "No perhaps not, for who knows what those characters might come up with once free from the conscious restraints of their master." And giggling she nibbles on something nice. "No, I shall not tell, for one must leave something to the imagination of the blocked writer. Who knows ..."

 

nicotine

 

("...jump in, we're friendly and think of how your writing ability will improve if you write in your posts now..." smiled the goblin taking out a little thermos of coffee from his coat whose hot pungent contents seemed black as ink as he poured it out into an awaiting cup for Fairlight now, saying "...try it, you'll get over the bitterness if you keep drinking it, and then it gets addictive as the mind clears up to produce posts by your pen...")