Writing is a form of exercise. A mental kind. Like Pilates without the burn. If I want to be a fit writer, I need to move my muscles daily.
My dogs need to be healthy, too, and that means regular walks. Albeit short ones because they have short legs. The time I spend writing, I could be spending with my fur babies. So when I write, I feel a tug that maybe I should be doing something else. Like getting some fresh air with my pups.
But seeing how one of them is snoring while snuggled up next to me right now, and the other is snoozing in her bed, I think they’re doing ok. So I suppose I can write this blog after all.