Being Walter Mitty.

Having a rich and fertile imagination can be a two-edged sword. Imaginings can be light and uplifting, they can be thrilling and optimistic; but they can also be delusional and frustrating, and sometimes they can have you lingering on your worst nightmares and being driven into a pit of insufferable horror.

I think one of the reasons I wrote all those stories was to both exercise and exorcise the imagination, to turn the subtle reality of thought into the more concrete one of the written word. I got a lot of stuff out in those stories.

My imagination is no less rich and fertile for it, though, only nowadays my imaginings don’t lend themselves readily to fiction, or at least not the sort I could write.