Me: Welcome back to the gibberish story!

Finn: It's ramblings, Kat.

Me: Huh? Oh. I knew that. Of course I did.

Finn: -shakes head-

Me: Well, since this has turned into an advice column…

From the Producers that brought you 'How to be Famous on Fanfiction' and 'The Stages of a Fanfiction Writer' brings you…

'WRITER'S BLOCK: HOW TO PREVENT IT'

Part 1: Writer's Block is awful. I've never gotten it before, but I just got it during a Snowfall chapter. Terrifying moment in my history.

What is Writer's Block?: Writer's Block is when you are typing or writing and suddenly, you can't possibly think of what to type or write next. The imagination in your brain is all used up, and probably needs to charge. Or, another definition, is when your imaginary friends don't talk to you. You get frustrated, have a mental breakdown and the world seems to end.

How to Charge your Imagination: Read your favorite book! Again! Or if you are able to see a movie, go see one! Sometimes, you get spontaneous ideas from them and then those ideas turn into ideas… and now your Writer's Block is gone! Or you could take a break and come back to it later.

Part 2: Some helpful hints to preventing Writer's Block in the future, can involve many imaginative things.

Option 1: You can keep a copy of a comic, like Calvin and Hobbes, or the Far Side on your desk, or nearby. If you're ever stuck in comedy, read in there and really think into it. What makes the comic funny? Why does it appeal to you? How could it appeal to other people differently? And while you're at it, write an essay explaining why cows are fat. I'm just kidding. But seriously, why are cows fat?

Option 2: If you ever need some sad, depressing part of your story to come in, like Everyone was dying. I knew that. But I couldn't do anything to prevent it. I wasn't some magical seal that grants wishes. Like that. Magical seals bring laughter to the tension, which can be good, but in this case, not good. Play some Adele songs or a sad song that expresses some emotion that might be considered sad. Especially helps if it's raining outside. Or you can keep some sad poetry around, or someone's life story, how their cat was hit by a car, -sad-, their wife was murdered, -even more sad-, or how they died an extremely, excruciatingly painful death –even worse-. That should make you sad. If not, my guess is you're a serial killer, or a vacuum cleaner.

Option 3: YOU'RE STUCK! YOU CAN"T THINK! AFGHFSHSBAVRAERG! That's okay! Keep a list of random words nearby, that remind you of some special thing in your life.

Here's mine

-Water

-Magical calculators

-SEGA

-History binder

-Salt shaker

-Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

-Cruise ships

Like that. They all remind me of something. Water reminds me of swimming, times I went to the beach, choking on water, choking on air, choking on spit, brushing my teeth… uh, I could go on, but I don't think you care. Magical calculators remind me of a time I dreamt that I found my calculator (which I had previously lost and couldn't find it anywhere) sitting on my desk and I put it in my backpack. The next morning, I went into my backpack, and there it was. Magic. That reminds me of dreams I had like the leprechaun one. Never mind. SEGA reminds me of nigahiga, Youtuber, and that reminds me of other Youtubers I like and then I end up watching crazy Smosh sketches. History binder reminds me of the time I lost my History binder and then I found it in a bin and that reminds me of times I lost things. Salt shakers remind me of times where things break and you have to stand there until someone cleans it up because there's glass everywhere and you'd prefer not to die. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer reminds me of movies, and those movies remind me of other movies, or it just reminds me of my Build-A-Bear Rudolph that I name Kristie. She wears a pink poncho somewhere in my closet. Cruise ships remind me of vacations or the strange time when my 24-year old cousin got a soft serve ice cream stacked WAAAY too tall. I said, "It's going to fall," and he said, "no it's not!" And to prove his point, he tipped it sideways. And after we filled up his cone again, we ran away and let the custodians clean up the chocolate/vanilla ice cream puddle on the floor.

Me: And there you have it. Most of these stories are true. I've never wondered why cows are fat, I can just Google it.

Finn: Google is magical. Gnomes and fairies.

Me: Oh my!

Finn: Why did you call me a fairy the other day?

Me: That? Oh. That was because you glow.

Finn: Okay…

Me: And fairies glow. Like Tinkerbell!

Finn: I remind you of Tinkerbell?

Me: Yes.

Finn: Oh. Thank… you?

Taffy: -appears- Finn, your hands are dirty.

Finn: What? No they aren't!

Taffy: -pulls out microscope- -examines Finn's hand- DIRTY!

Me: Remember, he's a germaphobe. And he likes llamas.

Taffy: Only clean llamas. –disappears-

Finn: I have to go wash my hands now?

Me: Yes. DO IT!

Read and Review? What do you want me to advise you on next? Next chapter will hopefully be a regular Ramblings. Me… uh… rambling. TAFFY THE GERMAPHOBE WILL INVADE YOUR HOUSE AND SANITIZE EVERYTHING YOU OWN!