I always think of writer’s block as a crowd of ideas trying to get through a revolving door at the one time from the creative foyer of the brain to the expressive thoroughfare.
As writers we can redesign the fascia and the traffic system: kick in the door and let the ideas go where they want.
The problem is that sometimes we try to edit/control our creations too soon.
Ideas don’t do queueing.
Follow the anglers craft – let the fish run until the right time to reel them in. Granted there are a lot of “fish” in “the block”, but each will gradually find its plaice … ooops … place.
How’s that for a serving of mixed metaphors?