I am with y'all, I'm just laggin behind. Carrying a writer's block is heavy, most of the time. But see all the little rocks in this creek? They are parts of the block breaking away from me. I have turned them over and over in my mind so many times they are smooth in my hands and in my head. I can pick them back up now and turn them into something besides that burden. Bits and pieces tumbling around, warming in my hands, they will become a story. Surely they are already becoming one.