A walk in the woods

I subscribe to a couple of writers magazines hoping they will ignite a spark of genius. Articles describing the day to day writing habits of published authors always catch my attention. I read them carefully, comparing the authors habits to my own. I guess it's some belief that if I follow the same process, that I too will some day be published. It's silly really, but there it is.

One of the things I have noticed about the dozen or more articles is how often the author mentions taking a daily walk. I take an afternoon walk myself and have done for several years, long before I started on this writer stuff. And I have to say, it's surprising how often a solution pops up to some problem that's been batting around in my brain.

It must be an oxygen content to air thing. The trees breath out, and the sludge in my brain gets blown away and replaced with fresh brain cells. Or it might be the lunch time vodka kicking in.