Round 2:
Claire de Lune
I very seldom get writer's block. I'm never out of ideas, always have at least one project and never don't trust my ability to say what i want. I'll get storystuck pretty regularly but, if i know what i'm writing, i can almost always write it.
On the rare occasions when i'm stuck, i have a device. For about twelve years, i've been writing a lyric for Claude Debussy's masterwork. Not only does the most love-ly piece of music ever cry out for a verbal option but i have an unusual approach. I treat my lyric like a sculpture and do not add a word until i am absolutely sure of its shape, sound, meaning and fit and never remove it, even if i have a better idea later. Because of this, i rarely compose as much as a line at once, usually 1-3 words, which will swim around in some unspoken region of my head til the next time in order to shape future contributions. It's like sitting under a great painting until you've considered everything the artist intended, accomplished and achieved without knowing. It sets my imagination free from any pressure and gives such shape to my words when i go back to my regular stuff.
My fantasy, of course, is that my last act in life will be the final word in my lyric for Clair de Lune so it can be the revelation of my services