Haikus, oh my God. The last refuge of the writer’s block patient. When pulling one hundred words out of your head for a drabble feels like picking individual atoms out of a rock, start counting syllables. You only need seventeen syllables. You only need to finish a piece of writing, finish a piece of writing, and then you can wave it at Arthur Schopenhauer. You are WRONG, Schopenhauer! Life is wonderful! I wrote today!
When you’re done confronting the dead German philosopher, you can count the syllables in your haiku again. Sixteen syllables, oh crap.
Original photo credit: ufoncz, CC 2.0 Attribution
Haiku slapped on photo: JoJoTheModern, consider it public domain because seriously