Let’s face it. Writers are weird. Artists in general are usually weird. And most of us revel in our own brand of eccentricity… whatever that may be.
When I took this topic for A-Z I started thinking… what are my own quirks? Sadly I don’t have any too fantastic, but I do have two that stand out from ‘normal’ behavior.
1) I can’t listen to music when writing. I will sing. Or dance. Or lose myself in entirely unrelated daydreams. I can listen to music that INSPIRES stories prior to writing, or while taking a break from writing, but not while doing the deed. Even instrumentals. There have been maybe four or five instrumentals, ever, that I have listened to while actually writing. And those were set on repeat for hours while I lost myself in the sound.
What I DO write/think very, very well to is white noise. Almost every one I talk to can’t stand white noise. It drives them sideways up a wall. But the static fits well inside my brain. Like listening to waves on a foggy night at the beach. I can’t see anything. There’s no detail. But the constant calm of sound is there. That’s white noise for me. And it’s a beautiful thing.
2) When verse hits, Lissa checks out. When I’m working intently, I just look busy. When verse smacks me up the side of the head with words? Poof. No one appears to be home. Case and point below:
Rebekah took that picture on our last retreat. I had no idea she had a camera in her hands, let alone that she was watching me.
If this were a video? You’d see me ‘writing’ in the air and tapping at nothing. I tap at the air, windows, walls, etc. when writing something in my head and laying out verse. I once tapped at the car window for 20 minutes on the ride home, entirely spaced to anything and everything around me. Thankfully I have an awesome husband who knew I was ‘listening’ to words in my head and just let it go, keeping himself entertained with the radio on low instead.
Everyone has something they do when they create. Or something they don’t do. Some quirk that defines their process and their art.