This gives me a chance to stretch my legs and clear my head. If a story I'm working on has been giving me trouble, the walk will often show me the lead, transition or conclusion I need to wrap things up.
But lately, I don't even have time for a walk around the block. So I've begun what I call (in my mind) a walk around the yard. Just as there is no block here, neither is there a yard. But there is a plaza in front of the building, picnic tables, seats, an arbor. On warm days people play ping-pong or take a zumba class (only the brave souls who don't mind an audience).
Even a five-minute stroll can loosen the old gray matter — and often does.