If you feel stuck in your life or in your art, few jump-starts are more effective than a week of reading deprivation. No reading? That's right: no reading. It is a paradox that by emptying our lives of distractions we are actually filling the well. Without distractions, we are once again thrust into the sensory world. With no newspaper to shiel us, a train becomes a viewing gallery. With novel to sink into (and no television to numb us out) an evening become a vast savannah in which furniture — and other assumptions — get rearranged. We are cast into our inner silence. Our reward will be a new outflow. Our own art, our own thoughts and feelings, will begin to nudge aside the sludge of blockage, to loosen it and move it upward and outward until once again our wellis running freely.