You know you’re living with
writer if…
Like most professions, writers have specific
traits and habits that set them apart from the mechanics, doctors, and goat
farmers of the world. But we’re fairly easy to spot if you know what to look for...
If your significant other argues with people no one else can hear or see, they're
probably a writer. Or an escapee from the mental ward. Sadly, this one could go either way on
that one…
If their work uniform consists of fuzzy socks (my personal fave), tank tops,
flannel pants, or pajama jeans, there’s a good chance you’re living with a writer. Or you
could be living with a tragic fashion victim that likes soft things… (or both—like me)
If your housemate consumes more than a gallon of either coffee, jolt
cola, or Mt Dew in a single twenty-four hour span, you’ve got a writer under the roof.
If you’ve ever been roped into doing something crazy in the name of book research,
such as quizzing firemen on how to get away with arson, bungee jumping off a
bridge because one of their characters is going to do it, or locking yourself in
the trunk of your best friend’s car to explain
how it feels, you’re living with a writer. Or, again, an escapee from the mental ward.
If they can’t resist the urge to rewrite ads (Newspaper,
magazines, ect), rearranging sentences or poke holes in movie and television plots,
there’s a good chance you’re living with a writer.
If they bolt out of bed to jot ideas down on
everything from newspaper scraps to the side of the milk carton, it’s possible
you’re living with a writer.
If your asked on a daily basis to help you work out a
fight, then accidentally have your nose broken because they got carried away, you’ve got a writer.
And lastly, when people irritate them, you find them
drafting elaborate death scenes, complete with dialog,
motivation, and possibly gratuitous amounts of torture.
