Writer's block is one hell of a cold assed bitch. The kind that looked so much more attractive the night before but somehow transformed into a two-headed, pus-spewing nagging hag that sucks all the life out of you. Rather like my ex-wife.

I can suggest only two remedies: plenty of good, mind-altering drugs or spending time with people you would normally loathe. Unbridled anger always gets my creative juices flowing.