I think we humans relate to one another with stories. I think that when we meet, we tell each other a story about what we have done, what we have thought, and what we have seen. Even saying good morning to our loved ones, we often tell a story about how we slept or what we dreamed. I think we can’t help telling stories. So why is it that I get writer’s block? I am working on a story now, but I have been up against the wall for weeks now, trying to find a way around the block. Instead of working on the story, I have been writing short stories, dropping tit-bits on Facebook, and doing anything but writing myself out of the corner. Even this post is a dodge, but there it is. I know I’ll eventually get out of it, however it is a real drag to dance around a block. Until that happens, I will continue to tell my small stories and listen to what others tell me.