Elvis is wandering around aimlessly

I know that muse is here somewhere. I just know it.

I guess my problem isn't being a "sissy," but being a lazy, pre-occupied, easily-distracted, wannabe writer.

I can dream big. I often wish I could just sit down and pound out a novel (a short story would be nice) and get it published. Then, I'd have all the movie studios asking to get the rights to make the movie and ask me to pen the screenplay.

But, that's all fantasy. Maybe. Probably.

Anyway, lately, I've been going through all my stuff around my house and pitching as much as I can. I was a pack rat, and still have hoarding tendencies, but I'm clearing out and shredding a ton of stuff.

So, while I'm now committed to cleaning and organizing my life (so I can be more responsible and have more space for more stuff), I've also decided to try and post on my blogs at least three days a week.

Then, again, if it's anything like Wii Fit, I'll be gangbusters for about three weeks and then break it out every other week for 10 minutes just to weigh my fat ass.

But, if it's like my other exercise program, I'll be doing it 3 to 5 times a week for two years and going.

So, there's hope. And, there's writing. And, there's still dreaming big.