I must take dance breaks.
I started dancing when I was four. At my first recital I was the ONLY child in step, as my parents STILL like to point out. I continued dancing through high school on my (highly competitive) dance team. We were called the Southern Belles. Yes, really. Look at that hair. Look at that shiny vest. Look at those elbows! And the bow tie! I had to fight boys of with a ... oh wait. No, I didn't.
I eventually went on to dance in college. (Except I went to a small, liberal arts, Baptist college, where dancing was not allowed. We were called the pom squad. And we didn't have dances on campus - we had "Foot Functions." I guess the board of directors never saw Footloose. Kick off your Sunday shoes and what not.) I'm the one at the end leaning over in my lap and being a goober. That's the way I roll.
I still love "The Dance." (Notice the absence of pictures.) However, my center of balance is no longer what (or where) it once was. Most of my dancing is done in the living room or kitchen with my kiddos. There was that one time this fall at the Jackson Rathbone/100 Monkey's concert, but ... we won't talk about that. (Notice the absence of pictures.)
Turning on the music and letting loose really helps me solve plot problems. It probably has something to do with increased blood flow, or maybe when I'm dancing I shake my brain back into place so it works properly.
What works for you? What do you do that helps the words flow more easily? Gets you out of a rut? Keeps you out of prison for computerslaughter?
In case you'd like to take a dance break today, I shall share this awesome video that CJ Redwine shared with me. Dance away! And if you're anywhere close to my age? Have Ben Gay and a heating pad handy before you start.