First on the list is shave my back. In the early days, this was always a fun thing to do because I refused to use mirrors, lights or shaving cream, so I never knew what the final outcome was going to look like. Sometimes I got it all, sometimes I didn't.
Nowadays, I have become more artful as I am able to create logos out of hair patches and scabs (Not bragging but the Starbuck's sign is my best work to date.)
If I am still uninspired after this and my writer's block has not passed, I will get on the phone and randomly dial numbers asking for someone called Mitchell. I do not recommend this as it could take days, especially if the name you choose to ask for is not a popular one (Hint: John or Susan is better than Clay or Fabio).
In any case, I will dial and dial and and dial until a Mitchell finally answers. When he does, I hang up right away because I do not know this Mitchell guy. And quite frankly, after spending 89 hours on the phone, does he really think I feel like talking?
Next, if no ideas for stories come to mind, I will don a police costume, go to the local mall and set up a table at the entrance. When shoppers come in I will tell them that someone reported a shooting in the Gap and I must conduct a strip search. Most times people are offended and scurry off. Other times they willingly remove their clothes.
After I have frisked them, I often get an idea for a story that usually revolves around a police officer with a hairy Starbuck's logo on his back who interrogates a naked shopper only to find out that the guy's name is Mitchell.
Writer's block gone.
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