You Know You're a Writer When. . .

You know your a writer when you realize how frustrating it must be for the villain in the book you're reading to need a new weapon every time he uses it because it disintegrates after being used- so you come up with a new way for him to use it that still tortures the victim but does not result in the destruction of the weapon. And then when you tell your mom about it she tells you you're disturbing and should find something else to think about.

You know you are a writer when as an 8 year old you pretend you have an evil twin sister who kidnapped your "daughter" (aka a large Strawberry Shortcake doll) and hung her upside down in the closet... and then you are unexpectedly and happily whisked off to your grandma's to spend the night and your mother finds your doll tied and gagged in your closet when hanging up your clothes and you get an unexpected phone call.
Mom- "Where is Strawberry Shortcake?"
Me- Bursts into uncontrollable laughter fueled by the strange looks my grandma starts giving me.
Isn't it great to have an imagination?

You know you're a writer when you work for half an hour, shedding blood, (a little) and sweating, clearing vines, thorns, stickers, brambles, and trash off a fallen log, just so you can stand five feet off the ground and declare to the sky,
"This is Griffin's Passage. I command it, and those who pass uninvited shall feel the wrath of my spear, the sting of my sword, and the burning fire of my spells."
Then you see your brother coming and you sit down quickly, almost falling off into thorns, and affect to be thinking deeply.

You know you're a writer when you're talking and gesturing to yourself about a story idea while making supper then your father comes into the kitchen. You just smile at him and he doesn't even blink though you know he must have seen and heard you.

Also, when your younger siblings have whooping cough, and you're tired when you get up in the mornings from being woken up by coughing, but as exhausted as you are and as bad as you feel for the little ones, you're still looking for any writer tidbits you can pick up from the situation.

You know you're a writer when you're on three writing forums and one of them totally slips your mind. (Sorry, everyone! I'm back! )

You know you're a writer when looking at the short stories you wrote for English in 2nd grade makes you smile and grimace. And when they include villains, even though they're less than 200 words.
I found this while going through some computer files today, and thought some of you might enjoy it. I titled it, "My First Attempt at Cooking," and no, it is not in anyway based off of true events.

I did not want to learn how to cook. I avoided it as much as possible. But alas, the day came when my mother told me I was to learn how to cook. Unfortunately, by mother made a BIG mistake. She left me in the kitchen with a cherry cake recipe! All alone! None to guide me! Well, I figured if I HAD to do this, I might as well make enough cherry cakes to last awhile. So, I got out our biggest pan, and put in 10x as much of each thing as the recipe called for, which equaled about 1 bag of flour, 2 cups of salt, 2 bags of sugar, 1 dozen eggs, 3 gallons of milk, 1 bottle of vanilla extract, and 3 bags of cherry chips. (It's a good thing our pan was big enough I could have fit in it!) So, I started mixing things up. Just as I was leaning over to smell it, our dog came in and knocked me in! Then, two thugs walked in the door, grabbed the 100 lb. lid, and put it on the pot! I was trapped! Thankfully, the police arrived just in time and saved the day!
P.S. I will NEVER cook again!

This is probably my first written story with "thugs." I hope you enjoyed laughing at it!

Oh, this was not my first story, just my first one with thugs; I wasn't brave enough to share my first one.