I know, buddy, at times I do not want to do it either.
I have a writing table pal. He does not say much, but he teaches me plenty.
He is consistent, dedicated and even-keeled.
His moods do not change by the barometer.
All of these things he shares with me, plus he gives me the oomph to take a walk when words are hiding under my keyboard.
We stroll, and we talk, as we take in the outdoors – sky, trees, birds, cactus, flowers. We renew our thoughts with fresh air, and absorb vitamin D through our skin.
Afterwards, he takes his place at my side, reminding me that I, too, must maintain stick-to-it-ness.
That was a dog word, you won’t find it in the dictionary.
You know who to thank.
(Re: The photo. He’s sitting under my desk with a look of disdain, “Are you serious? You want to do my bulldog maintenance now rather than take a nap? Oh man…”)