I tried to come up with something brilliant and wise for today’s post….but my book was released Tuesday and people are saying nice things about it, so I’m a goof at the moment. I hope you’ll forgive a bit of silliness instead.
Back in February I had the day off (when teachers have workdays, everybody wins!) so the Beetle and I drove up to our favorite bookstore. While there, I found Rules of Thumb, a neat little book of essays about the writing life. One of the essays discussed writer’s quirks – the weird little things we do or say or wear or listen to while working. I got to thinking and realized that I, too, have quirks.
– The four little guinea pig pirates on the corner of my hutch have to be arranged the right way. If someone moves one (or more), my eye will be drawn to them until I fix them.
– I cannot write in silence. Music from the iPod is great, but noise from the television is okay, too. My desk doesn’t face the TV, so I’m not distracted by whatever’s on. But I have to be able to hear something.
– I have to put on my fuzzy purple socks before I sit down to write, because I hate wearing shoes, but my feet get awfully cold. Sometime I even have to wear my fingerless gloves. I’m told this happens to other writers as well, which makes me wonder why we don’t all die of some bizarre form of frostbite.
So there you go…now it’s your turn. Tell us what little behaviors would get you committed if you performed them in front of normal people! Spill, y’all!