I posted a picture on my last blog post that was a little pun, so I thought I would use it for a new blog post about writer’s block. (Spoiler alert: Writer’s block is not a thing.)

If you missed my post from last week, you did not miss much. I just rambled on about not much. Still, I got my blog post out and that is always a good thing. At least from my perspective. I just gotta put something out there. Even if it is neither coherent nor relevant. But one of the fun things I did last week was post a picture with my blog post that was a pun. And even if you missed last week’s post (you can click on the link at the bottom of the page to go back), you will still get to see the pun this week. Oh joy!

I am sure that when you read the title of this post and saw the picture, you groaned. I know because I heard it. Really. I laughed when I saw the picture and thought that maybe I should just save it for this particular blog post, which I knew that I was going to write one day. (As it turned out, I wrote it on the day that I got the picture for my last post). Who could stop from laughing. I mean, c’mon. Kids’ blocks with letters on them! Writer’s block? Get it?

Okay. I know you got it. And I am sure you groaned again when I explained it. But that is not the point.

The point is that writer’s blocks (as in the picture) is funny.

Okay. Maybe not completely funny. Just as I am sure writers do not think that writer’s block is funny. But it is. After all, it is an imaginary affliction. I heard you groan again. At least if you are a writer.

The thing about writer’s block is that it is merely an excuse for not writing.

“I can’t write today. I have writer’s block.”
“No words are coming. I have a terrible case of writer’s block.”
“That MediocreMan guy thinks there’s no writer’s block! I’ll show him. I have a terrible case of it now.”

Well, if you are a writer and you have ever used writer’s block as an excuse, get over it. Oops. I was going to say that I have a cure for it. Really. I was going to say that if you are a writer with writer’s block, you should just get over it. Oops. I wrote it again.

So how do you cure writer’s block? Just get over it. And how do you just get over it? (Here is the cure.) Just write. That is right. The cure for writer’s block is to just write. Just write anything. Or just write nothing. Blah. Blah. Blah. Nothing. Anything. Whatever comes to mind. Just write and write and write. Then, write some more. That is the only cure for writer’s block. Writing.

I know that it sounds simple. I know that it sounds like I am making fun of you for having writer’s block. But I am not. And the reason I am not is because I had a terrible case of writer’s block for many years. At least a decade. You see, I used to only write when I was inspired. And that amounted to having writer’s block the rest of the time. So while I said I wanted to write, I was not writing.

And then along came a friend and fellow writer who said that I just needed to write. Such a simple solution. Then, he told me to just ship it. Write it and ship it. What a simple solution. And that solution has worked for twice as long as the affliction. In other words, the cure can be permanent. If you want it to be.

Well, if you did not like my punny picture, you probably did not like my cure for your ailment. But that is okay. It is okay because even if you still believe that writer’s block is a thing, you can cure it forever by just writing. You do not need to take my word for it. Try it and see. When you write all the time, you will not get writer’s block anymore. You will find that you can write with writer’s block. Then, you will join me and spread the word that writer’s block is not a thing.

I actually do not know what I am going to write today, but I am going to write.

I do not have writer’s block. I do not believe it is a thing. Really, I have even posted a few posts about it not being a thing. Or at least one. I think. Regardless of how many posts I have written (or not written) about it, I just do not think that writer’s block is a thing. So even though I do not know exactly what I am going to write this morning, I do NOT have writer’s block.

Now that I have gotten that out of the way…

I do this every once in a while. I do not know what I am going to write, so I just write what comes into my mind. Not quite a stream of consciousness thing. I just write. And something coherent always comes out. Okay. Not always. But usually. Or if not completely coherent, at least something that I can post on a blog that nobody reads. (Sorry readers. Both real and imaginary.)

Speaking of hyperbole. (Which by the way, is pronounced hy-per-bo-lee. I used to read it as hyper-bowl. I even thought that when people were saying hy-per-bo-lee, they were saying a completely different word. And this was just a few years ago. Okay. Maybe more than a few, but I was definitely an adult at the time I finally figured out what the word was and how to spell it. I-T. Sorry. You get a dumb dad joke thrown in. Which by the way is a bit insulting. I mean, is it that the dad is dumb because that is where the modifier is or is it the joke that is dumb? I suppose that in my case it could be either or both. Hmm.)

At any rate.

Speaking of hyperbole. I am not one who really likes it. Saying all or none or never or always just does not fit in with either the way I speak or the way I write. I do not like to exaggerate. At least not to that extent. I would rather give a little bit of embellishment to a story to make it funnier or more embarrassing for me. Or just a better story. But using hyperbole is just not my style. I mean, c’mon. I am the guy who likes to ask, “Always?” or “Never?” or “Everybody?” or “Nobody?” or… Well, you get the picture. I always hate that people use such hyperbole when they talk. (“Always?”)

Well, I have written nearly five-hundred words about nothing so far. I may as well make it the whole way. (Whatever that means.)

Speaking of writer’s block (which is not a thing). I wrote a story for DailyPrompt that was written to a prompt that I submitted. That was fun. It was about, wait for it. It was about a conversation at a writers’ group. I had so much fun writing it because the writers’ group talked about writer’s block. Which is not a real thing! It was great fun. I used a bunch of first names of authors that I have either read or know about. It was great fun. (Oops. I already said that. Ah well.) I will probably post that story on this blog one day. In fact, I have two stories that I am pretty sure I am going to post. One is a fun (although a bit gruesome) Halloween story. And the other is the one about the writers’ groups talking about writer’s block (which I just said). And I will probably post some others along the way. After all, I can post about pretty much anything when it comes right down to it. I mean really. I just blog about life.

Well, I think that is about it. I started out writing about who knows what and ended up having an almost cohesive little blog post of over 650 words. (You can count, if you like.) It is funny though. It seems like whenever I do not know what to write or when I just write whatever comes to my mind, I seem to write about writer’s block. If I did not mention it before, it is not a thing. And I know that because I had no idea what I was going to write when I started writing and here I am finishing a blog post about not that much.

I guess it can be fun writing when I have no idea what I am going to write. (Did I mention that writer’s block is not a thing?)

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I released my latest book on August 31, 2026. Accidental Justice.

Accidental Justice is my latest book. It is a Daniel Miyoshi book. If you have not read any of my fiction (not many have), Daniel Miyoshi is my dad’s fictional twin. I am not sure why I did that except that I wanted to tell stories from my real family from a fictional perspective. (My Autobiography of a Sixth Grader series is like that too.)

At any rate.

Accidental Justice is a fictional book where my main character and his friends must decide whether a senator was murdered or was killed on accident. When I originally wrote the book, I had a specific ending in mind. I knew exactly what happened. Which is how I write most of my fiction. I start with characters and a situation. I know the beginning and the ending and write what happens in between. I am not sure why I write that way, but it is how I write fiction. And it is fun. Even when the ending ends up being different than I had planned. Which happens every once in a while. It is as if the characters take on a life of their own and exercise free will. I am actually amazed when it happens. Amazed and surprised.

Now, I need to tell you something else about my book. There is at least one other book out there with the same title. I actually looked before I named the book and there was a non-fiction book of law or something. I figured that was okay. But when I went to add my book to my Amazon author page, I saw that there was another book out there with the same name. I had no idea. I do not remember who the author of the other book is, but I was a bit deflated. I thought I had come up with the perfect title that nobody else had used and it turned out that somebody else had a book with that name already.

Ah well.

I do not want to give away any more of the book than I already have. I just wanted to mention that I have another book out there jamming up the internet. And I have this blog post with links going to my book, which according to Amazon, I am supposed to label as ads. I suppose that this whole promotion is an ad when it comes right down to it.

If you have read any of my books, you will find that this one is a quick read as well. I suppose that my books are really novella length. Not really long enough to be novels. Certainly not long enough to be epics or sagas. (Even though I might like to write one of those one day.) Someday. I wonder if someday ever comes. Maybe I will get to the point where I can write a book longer than I have so far. We shall see. After all, much to the chagrin of my current readers, I am still writing. And much to my own amazement, I am still writing even though not that many are reading.

I hope that you check out my latest book. I know that this was another glowing endorsement of my own wares, but that is just the way I am. I am not so proud as to brag and I am not so humble as to keep it all under wraps. And I know at least one reader of Accidental Justice who has already read it three times. (Thank you Uncle Don.) I hope you are brave enough to read it at least one time.

Accidental Justice. Now available on Amazon (print and digital). Check it out.

Have you ever noticed that when somebody says, “…not gonna brag…” they are really just getting ready to brag?

I know that when I say, “…not gonna brag…” it means that I am gonna brag, and I think it is true of everybody. I mean, why else would you say that. Not gonna brag, but this. Not gonna brag, but that. It is totally bragging. Not gonna brag. Sheesh.

It is a strange idiom, but I suppose we all know it. So we just wait for the brag. We wait for what the speaker says he or she is not gonna do. We may do so with arms crossed or with a wink to our neighbor, but we wait for the brag. And when it comes, we either have fun with the bragger or we laugh. And sometimes we are really amazed.

I wrote the title of this blog post when I wrote the title and first line of the previous blog post. I knew I was bragging and I wanted to own up to it. After all, I do not really think that I have that much to brag about. So I figure that I can get away with it every now and then.

When I do brag, it is in front of family and/or friends. People who know me and my idiosyncrasies. They know that when I brag about something, it is usually a cue to laugh. And they do. They all tend to laugh out loud at me. Not with me, mind you, at me. And I expect it. After all, I know that the only kind of humor that gets me genuine laughs is the self-deprecating kind.

(Now, I must say that there are people out there who cannot use self-deprecating humor. It just does not work. I think part of it is because most of us cannot laugh at ourselves. Personally, I laugh at myself all the time. I even brag about it here in my blog. It is crazy in many ways. I mean, who does that? Well, I like to write about my foibles and follies. But I do not know why. Okay. Maybe I do know why. There are so many of them.)

I like to write about my missteps and mistakes because I know that there are people out there who just need a laugh. Or maybe they need to know that there are other people out there who make mistakes. Maybe even mistakes just like theirs. Or at least close enough that they can relate. Which is part of the reason I chose MediocreMan, when I started writing in earnest. I am just a normal guy. A mediocre guy. A mediocre man, if you will.

Which is why I do not often say, “I’m not gonna brag, but…” It is not really part of my vernacular. Not part of my shtick. So I suppose it is okay to use the phrase every now and then. Especially when I use it like everybody else does. Especially when I use it just before I brag.

I am not gonna brag, but sometimes writing is easy.

I wonder sometimes about people who complain about writing. Okay. I teach at a high school, so I wonder sometimes about students who complain about writing essays. Or poems. Or any writing for that matter. I wonder because I find that writing is easy. Okay. Not easy per se. But it is an activity that I have always enjoyed. Even when my English teachers were bleeding red ink on my papers. For that is how I got better.

I also wonder about people who say they would love to write, but never write. They wonder how it is that a person like me can put out book after book and blog post after blog post. And yet they can never get anything on the page. They often wonder what the secret is. Well, I am here to tell you that the only secret is to just write. Simple. Put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard or even lips to microphone. Write. That is the key to writing.

I know that sounds simple, but it is true. Ask any writer if writing is the secret and he or she will agree. You just gotta write. And write. And write some more. Then, you need to be critical of yourself and edit and edit and edit some more. Which is a different subject. Another story.

So what am I really saying? Not much. I just started out with a title and a first line that I wrote some time ago. And then, I just wrote. It is not how I usually work, but it works for me. I probably had some other thought in mind when I wrote the title and the first line, but… Okay. This time I did not. Not really. But there are times when I have an idea but do not have the time to write the whole post. So I write the title and the first line. Or the first line without the title. Or just the first line. Anyway. You get the picture. I get something down to remind me of my thought. The idea is that when I come back to the title or first line or both, I will remember what I was thinking about and write the blog post. Or the poem. Or the book. Or whatever.

Of course, it rarely happens that I remember exactly what I was thinking about. But that does not matter. I just come up with something else. I just write.

And of course, the more I write, the easier it is to write some more. Maybe not all in one day, but each day that I write, it gets a little easier. The topics may or may not come, but the words always do. I sit at the computer and words come out. And if my mind is blank, I just write anyway. Even to just say that my mind is blank. Which is, of course, why I do not believe in writer’s block. (Which is another story that I have written at least a couple times.)

Is writing always easy? For me it is. At least now. There was a time when I just wrote when I was inspired, but that was long ago. And it resulted in very few essays, poems, or song lyrics. And no books. Okay. I think I did write one book when I was just writing when I was inspired. But I never published that book. Or at least not yet. I suppose I ought to find it one day and put it out there. Hmm.

At any rate.

I suppose that people who do not like to write or people who like to sit in their favorite writing spot and lament writer’s block will not appreciate this blog post. And that is okay. After all, I lied at the beginning. I did not realize that I lied, but I did. Writing is not easy sometimes. Writing is usually easy. (I cannot say always because then, I would just need one counter example to disprove the notion. Ah well.) Oh. And truth be told, I did not mean to write two lies in the opening sentence. I guess I did brag, too.