…your brain is always churning with story ideas, song lyrics, or rhyming phrases.
…a favorite pastime is reading obituaries and wandering through graveyards. (You’d be surprised at how many writing prompts they hold.)
…you scribble random notes all over the place – on church bulletins, note cards, scrap paper, journal covers, napkins – so you won’t forget a brilliant idea that just *might* make a bestseller someday.
…your little sister sits on your lap at work. (happening right now, folks.)
…immediately after getting home from a family get-together you make a run for your journal, not wanting to forget any of the bizarre family stories that would be perfect in a book someday.
…you work two jobs at once – your brain is plugging away at your current story/poem while you’re feeding the cows.
…when you’re alone, you start a conversation between two imaginary people. Out loud. No idea who they are… their identities emerge as the conversation progresses. Oh, and it always helps if they have British accents and are in extreme emotional turmoil.
…it’s hard for you to throw any papers away. (Maybe someday I’ll come back to that story…)
…you sit bolt upright and grab for your phone when you wake up in the middle of the night so you can record a phrase that you heard in your dream and don’t want to forget.
Okay… writers are just weird. At least this one is. Can anyone else sympathize???
Laurel Luehmann 