. . . you eat, sleep, and breathe words.
. . . you use a pseudonym: "Hi, I'm B.H. Emingway."
. . . you go into a quiet secluded room, shut the door, sit at a desk, and wreck serious havoc
on the brain.
. . . you name your children 1st Draft, 2nd Draft, 3rd Draft, and Final Draft.
. . . you revise a piece of writing over and over and over.
. . . you do a word count.
. . . you have a file full of rejection letters.
. . . stranded on a deserted island with a pen and a sheet of paper, you write a grant
proposal outlining the rescue plan.
. . . you order a New York Times Bestselling Author Sandwich with a side order of Big
Advance.
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