Lessons learned

[ksmith]

Someday it will sink in for good that no matter how I feel, I should work out. Even if I can't spare that hour. Even if I'm yawning up a storm and the last thing I feel like doing is dripping sweat.

Because I insert the earbuds and jog/walk along, and the writing brain wanders as the writing brain does, and things break loose. Ideas occur that wouldn't otherwise, and the throwaway line from the beginning meets the more defined comment in the middle and combines to form a really good, nasty plot thread. Even if I do say so myself.

This is the second time this has happened in a month. I really should have gotten the message by now.

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[e-moon60.livejournal.com]

Bombadil doesn't have a cab. I'm sitting up there on top of the world (so to speak) with nothing between me and the outside. And I don't try to write anything down while I'm up there.