All Talk

A week ago, my sister and I took Rylee on a walk at Highland Park. While we were there, we started a discussion about writing. Whenever we go on walks the subject of writing always seems to get brought up. It used to be a tradition during high school. During our walks, which included the dogs instead of the baby, we discussed books (books we were reading, writing or planning on writing).

While we talked about books, we realized that's all we have done--talked about writing. We haven't written anything in years. We have a lot of ideas and even some plot lines and notes, but we haven't started writing anything. What's preventing us? My sister posed an interesting question. Aside from being busy with work and school and life in general, were the people in our lives preventing us from writing?

For her, it could be that mom has the television too loud. For me, I can easily say that Rylee keeps me from writing. He requires a lot of attention--not to mention he shreds paper. I don't get a lot of time to myself to just dabble in a notebook. Personal space is difficult to get in a condo.

One thing is for sure. I think I would be more serious about writing if I went on more walks. Or maybe I would still be all talk.