Writing Under the Influence

My good friend Tina and I walk our dogs, an Australian Shepard named Sunny and a Cocker Spaniel named Chloe, around Fountain Park in Fountain Hills Arizona. We meet at 5:00 in the morning because the day heats to 108F as soon as the sun comes up. We take one lap, a little less than 1.5 miles, around the lake. The lake is man made and is filled with recycled water.

We give names to the mallards and the eagles. The birds cackle in the trees and we discuss life. Twice a week we sit and have coffee at the Fountain View Coffee shop on the edge of the lake

I drink my iced cafe latte and she drinks a juice made with lemonade. We talk about our dogs, health, and food.

The other day I brought up the topic of writing. I am having trouble getting back in the groove of writing. It is because of the pain I have been suffering for almost two years. Arthritis pain. I had a hip replacement in January and am still limping my way around the lake with frequent stops at the benches

We talked about writers who produced works of writing while under the influence of drugs, alcohol, and illegal drugs. She suggested that I drink a couple of glasses of wine while am writing. It wouldn’t work for me. I would end up with my head on the computer keyboard asleep.