Thought processes.

I'm finally heading home in a few minutes, after a long day spent banging away at the brief of the moment. The good news is that I'm finally (finally!) reaching that essential place in which I can think of nothing else, where I begin to eat, breath, and dream the words and concepts I'm attempting to convey to the court. The bad news is that there's no brain space or bodily function left over for brilliant blog ideas.

But the weather is gorgeous again, so I'm looking forward to a long, thought-condensing run tomorrow morning. Dating back to my college days, I've done some of my best "writing" while cruising along in my Nikes (back then they were Asics, but that's another story). In fact, I attribute the two papers I published during law school to the fact that I was training for a marathon while writing both of them.

I'm not quite sure what it is, but something about running, more than any of my other active pursuits, allows my mind to gel around whatever writing project I have pending. If I'm lucky, I can even remember the brilliant sentences I've crafted in my head when I'm sitting before my computer some hours later. I've thought about toting along a little notebook , but sweat just makes the ink run, and with my condition, I really need to keep my eyes on the road. . . .