Chewing Counts as Exercise
Many real people often inquire whether I think about writing while running. Is that where I come up with all this insane tech? Is mile 2 reserved for working out a diatribe against the advancement of artificial intelligence? Is my cooldown dedicated to figuring out how and where I can shoehorn another shower scene into the standard hero’s journey?
The answer is no. Honestly, I’m a poor runner. 6mph at the most. My body is dying the whole time. The only thing I truly think about is food. Cakes, ice cream, Long John Silvers, pizza, Popeyes, burritos, nachos, cookies, runts, burgers, shakes, wings, fries, mac and cheese, etc.
Food, running through my head, on an endless loop, while I run.
You eat to live. I live to eat.
We are not the same.
