This post is to commemorate two events that are pretty important in my life. First, on June 21 I will turn 16, and no I really don’t have plans. Secondly, June 28 will mark the six month anniversary of when I wrote A Rebel’s Death (no worries, I’m aware that it needs a rewrite) and in my eyes officially became a writer.
I decided to write about the ways that becoming a writer has turned me into a freak, which I’m surprisingly happy about. Some of these aren’t a big deal, and may not even be too different from before I started really writing.
- I never leave my house (or my room) without some device to write down phrases and inspirations.
- My arms are (to my mum’s great disappointment) usually covered in notes.
- If I like a song it’s usually because it inspires me to write.
- I stopped changing my writing’s natural flow and just let it come when it wants. Whereas before when I would try to write it was always very forced.
- I dream about scenes in my book, and think about how to writ what I’m experiencing, even when I sleep.
- My characters are so real to me that even my friends talk about them like they are real people.
- My moods now change based on what scene I’ve been writing lately. If my character is depressed, I’m a lot harder to talk to. If they’re happy, I get hyper. All that good stuff.
- If I can’t sleep it’s because I’ve been thinking about plots and forgotten that it is 3am and I will be getting up tomorrow morning.
- I read less. This one isn’t necessarily good.