“By 10 AM I’ve been writing for a few hours, and my mind’s muddled with sentences, so I go jogging. Like most people, I don’t enjoy exercising, and I welcome anything that distracts me from the fact that I’m breathing hard and my muscles hurt. I don’t think about individual sentences, but more the overall shape of the text I’m making.
I don’t think about the hill looming ahead, and how much it will suck running up it. I think about my character, and how I’m going to get him where he needs to be. Soon I’ve jogged back to the desk after four miles have passed, and I’m ready to work through the sentences that so muddled me earlier that morning.”
—Jamie Iredell, author of I Was a Fat Drunk Catholic School Insomniac (Future Tense Books, 2013)