My Walter Mitty

To be serious about writing, you have to write. So here I am writing. How exciting is that? Not very. I feel very much like the Danny Kaye character in the movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I felt a connection to that character when I saw it as a child, and even more so now as an almost middle-aged adult.

I've never been a very spontaneous person. I'm a homebody and a couch potato. I would rather spend my Saturdays watching movies all day long, maybe crocheting, maybe just getting lost in someone else's world.

I have all of these ideas in my head, but to make myself sit in front of the computer and type them out, I forget how to think. I forget how to write. I draw a blank. I find something else to do. Facebook, Ravelry (knitter's version of facebook), library (audio books), bank statements, yahoo news, all my emails, let's see what else... oh yes, SOLITAIRE.

But back to Walter Mitty. I'm not as timid (anymore), but I do feel as stuck. So what do I do with my Walter Mitty? Hmmm... not sure. Truthseekers is finished, just need to complete the last proofread. So why am I dawdling? Good question. I just am.

I like the idea of Walter Mitty, maybe he can be my muse. I'm not sure if there will be any ta-pocka-to-pocka-to-pocka (or something like that), but I'm already intrigued by the idea. Hmmm... I wonder what I can do...