If I get enough of them I stack them in a castle-shaped formation, or maybe a helicopter, or a spaceship. Oh, no … wait … that might be Legos.
Writer's block? Do I have a choice in this "dealing with it" matter? Wow. I never knew that. I usually just resort to crying, screaming, tearing at hair, and other expressions of despair and frustration. Tea is also good. I like tea.