While I was there I visited a museum - the Astor House Museum - an old boarding and rooming house that was built in 1867.
Walking through the house was like entering an old western movie. I could imagine it being filled with all kinds of savory characters.
Some of the rooms looked pretty nice!
It would be interesting to actually live during a time when you would use the little pot you see tucked under the bed in the picture above.
Then I came across the room below. I loved the image. I suddenly was transported back in time and imagined myself to be traveling the world from one boarding house to the next; collecting and writing the stories I came across on my journey.
The bed across from the desk fit what I was seeing in my mind - a simple bed (I don't require too much.) And my boots beside the bed ready to jump into action.
I stood in the room for a few minutes and then I left. But the image did not leave me. I have always wanted to write. I have even started a blog - and still no writing.
As I walked around more of the town, I asked myself over and over; "Why don't I write?" I mean, I do keep a journal, but I am talking about the kind of writing for others to read. Writing to entertain, to inform and sometimes just to fill the time.
Why don't I write? One simple answer - I am terrified - I am scared - I am afraid. (I guess that is really three answers but they all mean the same - he he) As I came to this realization - I was reminded about three words from a book I am reading - The Magic of Thinking Big by David J. Schwartz.
Action cures Fear -
So here I am- moving into Action - I am writing! And I am going to do my best to write every week.
And one day, I will travel the world collecting stories.
