Three Boys in a Dory,
Surely, Homer read My Lost Youth by Longfellow (Henry Wadsworth), since this painting captures that poem.
I don't believe in writer's block (my problem is often not what, but which of the 49 possible ways to do a scene, relay a concept, solve a problem)... but for those who do the usual remedies often work.
1. Physical activity -- other than banging one's head against the nearest wall -- gives one a sense of accomplishment and produces visible results to positive effect.
Of course, vacuuming dog hair is temporary and futile, but I lie to myself about that.
2. Read poetry. May spark ideas for one thing. Great source for titles for another. How does Akin to Pain (another line from Longfellow) grab you?
Which reminds me of something I've been meaning to mention -- Bill of the Chapter and Verse blog is one hellofa fine poet.
3. Research. One discovers the most fascinating things. Which may instigate ideas.
Have you every heard of the fear gortach? The hungry grass? It grows where an unenclosed (or unshriven) corpse is laid on its way to burial.
Related to this Irish legend is the fear gorta, a skeletal phantom sometimes seen as a harbinger of famine as in the Apocalyptic Horsemen. However, simulacrums of this spirit occur in many cultures. Some versions are decidedly cannibalistic.
4. Read the news. You may find items like the two nice ladies from Sao Paulo who packed their brother's skeleton in a suitcase and boarded a flight on their way to Italy. Ideal take-off for a story called Last Wishes...
I become excessively nervous when the genre of my WIP is touted as the Next Big Thing in publishing. See myself trampled by a stampeding horde of write-for-the-market lemmings who, unfortunately, write both faster and better than I.
And I just heard that Stone Child scared my doctor. Huh?
1. Angie has a contest. Nice prizes. Easy rules.Tomorrow is last day.
2.Watch December's blog. Heh, heh.