I have solid proof that walking helps writing. The two topics may seem completely unrelated, but they are not.
Whenever I am stuck while writing a scene or chapter, I just need to get out of the chair and walk about the house. Walking out in the open is even better. Just stand up and work your legs. Walk. Continue.
The results will show immediately. Ideas would flow and you'd have to go back to the table to jot them down, so you won't lose them. That's the way it works. When the blood travels away from the head to the feet, it works wonders.
These are nitty-gritties of the writing life that are so significant that they're not noticed until ideas stop flowing. Outdoor life, without losing focus, can be a great inspiration. A walk in the neighborhood park is beneficial. So is a little outing on your bicycle, when you let the breeze touch you as well as your inner self.
Writing is a constant balancing of energies and thoughts, and that can be achieved with a minute eye for one's body and mind.
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Friday, February 12, 2016
Friday, November 13, 2009
Cycling uphill wasn't Easy
As I had promised my husband, an hour after breakfast, I got ready with my bicycle. Today was my action day. Some working up of the leg muscles had to be urgently done.
The wind was cold and strong, and at first I wished I had my full jacket on, instead of the down filled vest. I breezed through the neighbourhood lanes, looking at the world with my goggles protected eyes. The world wasn't rose tinted but dark, as was the colour of my glasses.
I'd found this pair after lot of searching, on a shelf in Big 5, and I had stuck to it. It was the right one for the dryness of eyes that I had to reckon with. The goggles were silver rimmed, but large and covered the eyes complately, and much of the forehead. Very little air could reach the eyes when I cycled wearing it.
When I came across CVS on State Street, I was compelled to stop. For long I had made a list of things I needed to get from there. There was no designated cycle parking spot. For the first time in the US, I was parking my bicycle and securing it with a lock.
CVS took some of my time, and when I was done, I wanted to explore the road to the library. But I could have waited a few more days, a few more cycling episodes, to be practised enough for such an uphill road. The return journey taught me a sweated lesson, as I had to stop at several places to catch my breath and push the cycle uphill. With a cruiser bicycle, such slopes are difficult to surmount.
The wind was cold and strong, and at first I wished I had my full jacket on, instead of the down filled vest. I breezed through the neighbourhood lanes, looking at the world with my goggles protected eyes. The world wasn't rose tinted but dark, as was the colour of my glasses.
I'd found this pair after lot of searching, on a shelf in Big 5, and I had stuck to it. It was the right one for the dryness of eyes that I had to reckon with. The goggles were silver rimmed, but large and covered the eyes complately, and much of the forehead. Very little air could reach the eyes when I cycled wearing it.
When I came across CVS on State Street, I was compelled to stop. For long I had made a list of things I needed to get from there. There was no designated cycle parking spot. For the first time in the US, I was parking my bicycle and securing it with a lock.
CVS took some of my time, and when I was done, I wanted to explore the road to the library. But I could have waited a few more days, a few more cycling episodes, to be practised enough for such an uphill road. The return journey taught me a sweated lesson, as I had to stop at several places to catch my breath and push the cycle uphill. With a cruiser bicycle, such slopes are difficult to surmount.
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