(I did a writing presentation at a school yesterday. I’m not used to talking to a crowd of littler people… It was nice. ) Someone asked, “How do you know when you are actually a writer?”
You know you are a writer when you tell yourself you are. I also mentioned that it was her job to have DREAMS and then see herself as what she wanted to be and then never let the idea go unless she didn’t want it anymore. That’s completely our most crucial job, isn’t it?
AND…
From my own little twisted vortex…
How do you know when you miss your old life?
When you walk into the nearest Starbucks and contemplate the staff as possible friendship prospects and then start chatting about kings & cabbages and just about anything else of little consequence just so there are words in the air floating between two adults and a cup of coffee… 
Sigh….
AND…
How do you know when you should have worn your (very inappropriate but totally cool) skull shoes? 
When the soccer mother beside you is screaming at her 4 year old to push your kid to get the ball…
AND
How do you know when you totally need a trip to Vegas so you can stand at the craps tables ’till the wee hours of the morn?
Duh. No matter what other crazy things are going on, you ALWAYS know that!
I’d love to hear your “How do you know” questions… & answers, too…
How do you know when it’s cold? When someone steals the winter boots you left on the boot rack outside your child’s daycare and you have to drive home in your socks, hoping that you don’t get stopped by the police or have a car accident because you’ll freeze your feet (and everyone will think you just got released from the psych ward!). True story. It’s -40 here!!
January 29th, 2008 at 9:46 pmOMG Dawn. Serious? How do you know what you’ll do when YOU SEE YOUR BOOTS on the bonehead who TOOK them???? I hope you are keeping warm.
January 29th, 2008 at 10:04 pmHow do you know when you’re a real teacher?
January 30th, 2008 at 11:23 pmWhat’s your answer, Alison? I’m not sure I know that one!!!
January 31st, 2008 at 3:47 pmHow do you might go crazy?
When your 4-year-old daughter give your three-year-old son a hairdo which utilizes much L’Oreal Hair Wax and many hair accessories. When the two-year-old son rubs his head all over your furniture in an effort to rid himself of the accessories and smears the hair wax all over your nice neutral beige chair.
That said, the boots still have it.
February 3rd, 2008 at 5:28 pmHow do you know… when your friend should send you her new telephone # just in case one needs to make an emergency call regarding Anderson Cooper being on Iron Chef America.
February 4th, 2008 at 3:15 pmMiss you.
Anderson Cooper on Iron Chef??? Did he have his meat mallet out? Forget the phone #… That is cause to hop on one of your Stars Helicopters… What better emerg than THAT???
February 5th, 2008 at 12:12 pm