So I was walking my dogs...
So I was walking along, minding my own business when...*fictional dramatization ahead* a BEAR stepped in and tried to take Emma down. Luckily, Emma's survival backpack saved her from injury. Alley-coon dog got involved. Puppies got flung. I tore out my my handy crocodile knife from my survival pack, announced my battle cry and lunged for the beast!
Actually, all that happened in my mind.
What really happened is... I tripped on a rock.
Desperate to stay on my feet I caught myself once, twice, three times and then went down. My feet couldn't keep up with my falling body. Slow motion nooooo....
Both my dogs have seen me go down so many times they were like "oh, hi! Wanna play down here?" *Lick, Lick*
My knee stung and the skin was one big abrasion, but I laughed it off and got up.
Let me get to the point.
A lot of people say "walk if you have writer's block". Let your unconscious mind work out the problem. Do you ever get the urge to punch those people? It's irrational, but I'm just wondering if anyone else feels that way? I mean sure, go out and take a break but when your frustrated to get over the hump words like these don't help me. It makes me want to punch you in the face. Or maybe I'm just violent.
Truthfully walking HAS helped in the past. However, since I write for money I don't have the luxury of going--oh well, I won't write today I'll just mosey around the block. Walking during times where the "writer's block" was exhaustion--those times has helped me on a handful of occasions.
On the other hand, I believe walking everyday has had a big impact on helping me prevent writer's block. That steady, routine that helps me think--when I'm not falling to my knees. And yet, even falling helps with my writing. I mean it's totally embarrassing to say Oh yeah, I'm a klutz. I fall all the time and that's why I have this gaping head wound. No, no. Not in my story. In my story...
Emma leaped back on the bears back! Alley valiantly charged at the same time. Since the thing had a eye-patch over one eye, I shuffled around it's blind side, wrapped my arm around it's neck and stabbed it in the head. Of course, bear craniums are not so easy to penetrate. I paid for it. The bear turned on me and ripped his gnarly claws into my forehead, throwing me down. Emma snarled, protecting me while I got back up. Alley self-sacrificed herself and leaped for the bear again. My dog went flying into a tree. That made me mad. This time...I went for the bear's other eye...
And now my falling has given me experience to write about and a facebook post to gross you all out. Do you have such unexpected experiences? Well, I can tell you this one will help me in the future. I guess you could say I fell out of writer's block instead of walked out. Happy writing!
Here you can see the place where I fell. You can't tell but where I was dropped by the rock, there is a cliff an arm's length from the path. I almost died *sob*. No, not really. I was safe the whole time.
And since I'm showing off my puppies, here they are being good girls at our local Starbucks. They get praised for their beauty often.