Now that things are back on track in the DIY department (thank you for asking) it's time to get back to the important stuff. Having barely touched a keyboard in three days, I realised how much I missed writing. Typing? Whatever. Maybe I really am a writer after all, I thought and promptly came up with the following list. Well, not promptly. I had some serious cake-eating to catch up on, plus half a day's work at the library and some blog visits, but THEN I came up with the list.
You know you're a writer, when...
you see a story in every situation - even cleaning up dog poo (or draining radiators)
you're still in your jim-jams when the children are due home from school
your Google searches include words like 'how to join the circus' and 'arable farming'
you dream about writing
you check film credits to see who the writer was
you devour 'how-to-write' books like they're about to be banned
you always see the 'angle' in family dramas
in conversation, you swap adjectives for ones that sound more meaningful (ooh, look at those clouds...they're so fluffy, er, I mean, they look like balls of cotton wool scudding across a picture perfect sky..)
you call your husband 'Jed' by mistake. Jed's the central character in your novel (not mine, I hasten to add. I would never call a character Jed)
you automatically tune in to media news of lucky
bitches ladies landing book deals
your catch-phrase is 'I must write that down'
you can't stop reading blogs by other writers (and feeling jealous that they're far more talented than you are)
you're deaf to children pleading with you to Get The Dinner On
you come over all peculiar at the sight of a lovely notebook
the sight of your favourite writing magazine snaps you out of a foul mood
you mentally edit and correct everything you read
the children think you love the computer more than them
you can't imagine not doing it. Which is the most important one, of course.
I'm sure there are many more, but I really MUST go and get the dinner on now.