Settle in with a glass of Black Velvet and a pencil and notepad. I mean a real by-God pencil, with eraser. Then you begin, Dear Ernie; I'm in a slump and need my ass kicked or whatever it takes. Would you recommend a trip to Cuba? Africa? Key West? Or go out and catch a big fish? Well?
If you don't get an answer in a month or so, just remember, the man's dead! Now you may feel foolish, but you wrote something, didn't you? And his answer would probably be you don't have any block, unless you're constipated. Possibly another glass of BV will remedy even that. So now go from the notepad to a typewriter (not keyboard) and ask Ernie where the hell his remedy for writer's block is. Now if your family is still speaking to you just remind them that you have been corresponding with a dead man and you are turning that into either 'My most embarrasing moment' or 'My most unforgetable character' and will submit it to Reader's Digest.
Let us know how that works out, if you're allowed to contact the outside world. You might tell them you're waiting to hear from Mr. Hemingway any day now.
If you don't get an answer in a month or so, just remember, the man's dead! Now you may feel foolish, but you wrote something, didn't you? And his answer would probably be you don't have any block, unless you're constipated. Possibly another glass of BV will remedy even that. So now go from the notepad to a typewriter (not keyboard) and ask Ernie where the hell his remedy for writer's block is. Now if your family is still speaking to you just remind them that you have been corresponding with a dead man and you are turning that into either 'My most embarrasing moment' or 'My most unforgetable character' and will submit it to Reader's Digest.
Let us know how that works out, if you're allowed to contact the outside world. You might tell them you're waiting to hear from Mr. Hemingway any day now.