Write the next word

I told Red I would be home by sunset, and here I am, an hour from home, a half-hour before sunset, with Saturday morning’s blog post still not written, and no clear idea about what to write.

I leaf through my journal looking for something decent I haven’t used for a blog post yet, and my eyes fall upon this, which I wrote one day when I was stuck in much the same way:

WRITE THE NEXT WORD.

It’s a forest-and-the-trees thing. A person (that would be me) gets so caught up in worrying about ...