Read anything; doesn't matter if it's an ambiguous Buzzfeed article about what type of bread your personality corresponds with, your mother's grocery list, Shakespeare, or Sharon Olds, as long as you siphon someone else's words. Stop expecting your novel/short story/poem/play to write itself. It will not write itself. Your first draft won't be perfect, but you can't edit an empty word document. Write something, even if it's complete crap.
A significant portion of writer's block stems from perfectionism; when you're staring at the screen, smearing your palms together, the story will seem impossible until you start. Begin with all the redundancy of dusk, Revisit "finished pieces" and see what sort of revisions you can make. Close the YouTube tab, unplug your headphones. Stare at the skid marks crawling across the crown molding, listen the neighbors lawn mower spluttering to a stop. Sonatas have still points; in the waltz of grace notes and gracious numbers, sway. Step forward.
Peruse your old yearbooks and birthday cards; it may help you formulate more authentic dialogue.
Close your word processor and your notebook. Take a break.
Set some sort of timer every day; even ten or twenty minutes may be enough. Spend this time uninterrupted with your writing. It doesn't matter if you don't always get much or even anything done. Do it anyway. Establish a routine, then break or vary it. Call a friend or relative. Take notice of their speech patterns, ask them about their daily routine. It may help with the fundamental building blocks of fiction characters; action and inaction.
Try a writing prompt or exercise; if you can't think of anything to fit the first prompt, try another one until you produce something. Forget about the audience. Whether you're cramming a Villanelle beneath the crease on a cocktail napkin or engineering a new chapter of your novel, don't think. In the moment, the euphoria exists as entropy. Don't think, or speak. Let it burst from your throat like a bottle rocket or don't bother.
