Just to break free and compose a decent blog, I take extreme measures.

First, I position myself on the kitchen floor and stare at the ceiling for an hour
then grab the remote control and endlessly channel surf looking for inspiration.

(It never works)

So I walk down to the convenience store and purchase a 12 pack.
The goal is to quickly consume mass quantities and free up the mind.

But I pass out.

I wake up hung-over and do 15 sets of push-ups at 30 reps per set.
For breakfast, I throw a frozen pizza in the oven.
I scan the morning newspaper for catchy headlines
but my attentions are shifted to how miserable my music career is progressing
and curse at myself like a mental patient with touretts syndrome.

At this point I grab a pen and start to scribble thoughts
on any scrap of paper within reaching distance.
I gather the notes and pile them in a yellow folder and stick it in a file cabinet.

Eat pizza.

I walk to the bathroom, look at myself in the mirror and scream
“I’m a hack without originality in prose or approach!”

After a quick shower I jump in my convertible MG and drive around aimlessly.
It’s only then I get the inspiration.
So, I park my ride at the nearest local library
sprint to the public access computer cubicle and begin typing.

Maybe it doesn’t always go down like that, but it comes close.