I'm in a crazy crunch at the moment on a rewrite. Wonderful project, but I've got to nail no less than 10 pages a day. No pressure then. But I need to pace myself or Act III will be rushed. So that means the dog gets a few extra walks beyond the daily minimum. He gets me away from the machine from time to time. So I can empty my head and daydream for a moment, but not for too long. Some writers invade the fridge, others own dogs. Well, this is why I own a dog, and this is the woods we walk through on our break.
Picture taken yesterday morning.