Author has written 4 stories for Nature, Love, and Romance.
Hello everyone! I'm Lorena, 22 and living in Texas! Writing is starting to become a new hobby of mine. It's nice to write again after years of not doing it. I love reading all sorts of stories on here, so send me a pm if you want me to check out yours :D i am currently writing two stories. The Last Thing On Your Mind, and my newest one called Discovering Abigail (currently on hiatus). Please check them out and let me know your thoughts, thank you :D
VanillaLotus formerly known as RoboticPhoenix
YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF... Bolded ones apply to me :D
You talk to yourself a lot. (e.g. 'What should Tai say if he woke up and saw he was in Sora's body...?')
You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask myself random things?')
When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someone's liver?')
After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, 'Holy crap, this stuff is great for sugar highs...'
You live off of sugar and caffeine (the two greatest things ever discovered!)
No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.
The letters on your keyboard are wearing off.
Your friends and family think that you have carpal tunnel syndrome.
People think you have A.D.D.
You think it'd be cool to have A.D.D.
You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.
You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason
Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.
You failed English 101
You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you.
You know the research librarian’s office, cell, and home phone numbers but can’t remember your own.
Some of the letters on your keyboard are completely worn off.
You would rather write than go out.
Your/you’re and their/there/they’re errors send you into an apoplectic fit.
You get cranky if you don’t get to write.
You've ever said, “The voices are getting louder; I must go write.”
When talking with others, you mentally edit their dialogue and compose tags and beats
You've heard/seen something and thought, 'I need to write that down.'
You've ever written a scene, outline, synopsis, or character sketch on a restaurant napkin . . . and it wasn’t a paper napkin.
You wake up in the middle of the night and scramble for the pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep.
You end an argument with your boyfriend/girlfriend by saying, “Oh, wait, I have to write this down–this is the perfect conflict for my characters! Now, repeat what you just yelled.”
Getting the scene finished is more important than food, coffee, or the bathroom.
You have a momentary reality lapse and mention your characters’ situation as a prayer request in Sunday school. (Sort of)
A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you’re writing takes place right in front of your eyes.
The easiest way for you to deal with conflict is to go home and write it into your story.
You purposely eavesdrop when out in public.
At parties, your method of making conversation is to discover people in the room with interesting occupations (preferably your hero’s or heroine’s) so you can conduct research.
You listen to the writer’s commentary on every DVD so that you can analyze his/her writing process.
You enjoy reading mostly so you can analyze the author's writing style and use it to work on your own style.
You have a favorite line from every movie you've seen.
You'd rather talk to your characters than the people in the room.
You can’t write because you’re mad at one of your characters
You argue with said character (and even lose sometimes).
You wake up at 3:00am with an idea for a plot and immediately grab a pencil and paper, and rather than go back to sleep you stay up the rest of the night fleshing out your plot and developing characters. Then you stay so focused on it that you don't feel your lack of sleep until the following morning.
You have a folder on your computer labeled “Ideas.” Some of the files within this folder have only one or two words or sentences and while they made perfect sense fifteen years ago, between the software changes in that period of time garbling half the words and your own faulty memory, you have no idea what it means or where you were going with it. But you keep it anyway because you never know, you might remember it eventually.