I used to think that the spot at the bottom of the stairs leading from my office to the kitchen was magical. It worked every time . . . I'd get stuck on a scene, decide to get coffee, and wham-o! At the bottom of the stairs I'd have a new idea.
Now I know a bit more about how the body and mind work together. There's something about walking that coordinates the right and left sides of the brain. The movement does something for me. I don't know exactly what, but the quickest way for me to break through to a new perspective is to get up out of chair and just . . . move.
So, since I'm kind of muddling in Chapter Four of the new book--I always muddle in Chapter Four--I think that's what I'll do . . . get up and take a walk on this glorious August morning.
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