(Inspired by a post on The Writing Corp blog and of course, Mr. Jeff Foxworthy)
If you’ve ever freaked out because your partner loaned your pen to someone and neglected to get it back…
If you own 17 notebooks and still have a house littered with random pieces of paper containing ideas…
If your friends won’t tell you anything anymore for fear it’ll end up in your next novel, screenplay or comedy sketch…
If you’ve heard voices in your head and your first thought was grab something to write with…
If you go on a tropical vacation and only the back of your neck gets sunburned…
If you’ve developed the skill to write coherent notes to yourself without removing your eyes from the person sitting across from you…
If every jacket you own and every room in your house contains a writing pad of one size or another…
If you instinctively know what inks will smear and which pens write upside down…
If you’ve ever found yourself looking forward to a long bus or train ride…
If reaching a crisis is as satisfying as achieving a climax…
(Personally, I’m still working on the writing while looking someone in the eye, otherwise, I’m good.)
