|I have never understood what the eff the monolith was|
until this moment.
Nothing. The big, fat, whomping zero.
|I have lots of assistance.|
So what do I do? I Google it. Because Bing and/or Google knows everything. They're like omniscient Internet gods. (I like the pictures on Bing but honestly I think the two are about the same otherwise.) (Today's picture on Bing was a swimming duckling. It was so cute I could have died. But I still am blocked.)
People have lots of tips on breaking the psychosomatic problematic issue of writer's block.
1. Write anything. Write about nothing. Write about your weird uncle who used to live down by the creek by the outhouse and ate nothing but kudzu and Moon Pies. Write about your big toe. (500 words on your big toe. Just try it.)
4. Research. My research usually falls to Googling (or Binging, which actually sounds kind of lewd) odd drinks to make. I found some new ones. This one topped the list. A Trickie Dickie Screwdriver, which I would think had something to do with Richard M. Nixon and/or Checkers. But in actually is one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool Aid and a jigger of formaldehyde from the jar Hitler's brain is kept in. (That would be the hard part to obtain.) Then I found a recipe for infusing gummy bears with vodka, which we have tried before, but it didn't really work that well. (I would like to say that I did get smashed once from alcoholic gummies.)