gjallarfox:

– You are researching some sketchy information on the internet for a story. You jokingly say “Hi NSA.” The NSA says hi back and ask you about your day.

– You write down your character’s name, same as always. You’ve spelled it the same way every time, in numbers upwards of a hundred times. It doesn’t look right to you. You go back and cross-reference it to the first time you introduced them. You spelled it right. But it looks wrong.

– Your cat comes and curls up on your lap as you try write. You tell your cat about the part of the story you’re stuck on. The cat looks up at you with murder in its eyes. You understand. You are no longer stuck.

– You lie down to go to sleep. You wake up at your desk. It’s time for bed. You lie down to go to sleep.

– You are editing. You cannot make out the words. You suddenly realize that you are in a dream, and that reading is harder in dreams. At least you can dream of editing.

– You are on vacation somewhere not-home. You tell yourself you’re going to relax and catch up on sleep. You bring along your laptop to write on, just in case you get an idea. You do not get any sleep, and you do not write anything.

– You go to sit down in your Writing Spot™ on the couch, and someone has moved the pillows. You rearrange the pillows to the way they were before and sit down to write. It is too late. The words don’t come.

– You take a bathroom break. You are hit by inspiration while on the toilet. As soon as you exit, the idea is forgotten.

– You find yourself following the tenets of the religion you made up for a story. You tell yourself it’s just to be more attuned to the world. Whatever helps you think you’re sane.

– You are writing. It feels good to write.