You’re broke and you choose to buy computer paper and ink over real food.
You worry about your imaginary friends when you leave the house, so you take them with you.
You have Domino’s Pizza on speed dial.
You refer to your relatives as secondary characters.
When asked how your day is going you answer in word count.
Your wardrobe consists of yoga pants and sweat pants.
You call the bad guy in the movie the antagonist.
You consider exercise is drinking copious amounts of water, because then you have to walk down the hall to pee every hour.
Taking a break means throwing a load of clothes in the washing machine.
You put on make-up, soft music, open a good bottle of wine, and light candles only to write a sex scene.
Music becomes your latest story’s playlist.
Daydreaming becomes discovery.
You get a burst of adrenaline when the phone rings and you don’t know if you’re supposed to run or answer.
Have one bad day and you’re a hack.
Have one exceptional day and you’re a NYT’s bestseller.
You get excited about your own words.
You think your words stink.
Your google search history shows sites like cross dressers, how to bury a body, guns and ammo, demons and devils, vampires and vamps, and dreadful, dreadful diseases.
Your kids think you’re weird.
Your mother thinks you’re a genius.
Got any more gems to add to my list? Leave them in the comments. : )