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The Trip

Mark was glad his uncle only lived a quarter of a mile down the road. It was hard to steal a car when you didn’t have a car to get you there in the first place. Well, he wasn’t really stealing it, just borrowing it for the weekend. His uncle wouldn’t even know it was gone anyway. It was a one of those classic cars that people collect, but don’t drive.

Mark walked down the long dirt driveway, typical of small towns in the south, and hoped the coyotes he heard last night had moved on. He swallowed and reminded himself why he was here.

Shannon. The most gorgeous girl in his high school. She’d moved from Manhattan in the middle of the school year, and Mark instantly fell in love. Flawless skin, smooth dark hair, cherry red lipstick, and a fashion sense the bumpkins around her could only dream of: she was like a girl out of a TV show.

Unfortunately, Shannon didn’t seem to think as highly of him as he did of her. She pretty much ignored him for most of the school year. But all that changed when she told him she’d go out with anyone in this town who was romantic enough to take her on a surprise beach getaway for a weekend. Well, she hadn’t really told him. He was one of the many people that sat at Shannon’s lunch table to listen to her cute northern accent and fawning over her worldly knowledge, but  he was the only one who actually planned a beach trip for the weekend.

He told her about it at school that morning, palms wet, insides quivering. When she said she’d go with him, it was all he could do not to jump up and down. He told her he’d pick her up tonight. The only problem was, even though he was 16, he didn’t have a car. His parents wanted him to save up and buy it himself.

So here he was, sneaking to the shed where his uncle kept the teal 1969 Lincoln Continental.

He was almost to the shed when a burst of music came from his pocked. He fumbled to turn it off as the dogs barked. It was Shannon.  She was probably wondering why he wasn’t there to pick her up yet. I’m coming, baby, I promise. Mark hit the end call button to end the noise. Sorry.

Mark looked up from the phone to find a bulky shadow racing toward him. His panicked mind told him it was a coyote, but the shape was all wrong. And it was squawking.

It wasn’t until the thing was biting Mark’s leg with its beak that he realized it was a turkey. When did his uncle get a turkey?

Mark jumped into the shed and shut the door before the turkey followed. Mark rubbed his sore leg and told himself it would all be worth it once he had Shannon in the car beside him. He made a playlist of romantic oldies for them to listen to on his IPod, and with all the hours he’d have her alone in the car, he was sure he’d work up the courage to tell her how he felt.

He grabbed the key from its hiding place in the gas tank and cranked the car. Mission successful!

Mark imagined Shannon sitting next to him the whole way to her house. When he pulled into her driveway, he was surprised to see two girls standing beside Shannon on her porch. They both had suitcases in their hand.

“I can’t wait to feel the sand between my toes,” Shannon said, handing Mark her suitcase.

“Me too!” her friends squealed.

“Uh, Shannon,” Mark said, struggling with the large suitcase. “I thought it was just going to be me and you.”

“Of course not silly.” Shannon flounced to the car. “How boring would that be?” She settled herself in the back seat and her friends sat on either side of her.

Mark spent the drive listening to Katy Perry and staring at the empty passenger seat beside him.




Blue Sky Tag

It’s time for some fun questions Epic Dreamers! KetCage tagged me in this fun Blue Sky tag, and though I have no idea what it has to do with a blue sky, I’m going to do it. So here it goes!

KetCage’s questions:

Are you in love with someone? Tell me about it.

You get right to the hard questions don’t you? 😉 I don’t even have time to warm up with some easy questions. Well, I’m just going to say yes and leave it at that. 🙂

Do you like the rain?

I love the rain. Rainy days are great for reading or writing. There’s something so cozy about being inside, listening to the patter of raindrops on the roof.

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What’s the one thing you can’t imagine life without?

Stories. I live and breath stories, and if they disappeared so would I. 😉

Have you ever felt like the third wheel?

I think everyone has in some point in time. Unless you never go out with your friends because you’re busy writing. Which of course never happens to me.

If you could go back in time with your current memory, would you? Do remember that every thing you change in the past will completely change your future.

The past holds some painful memories, and at the time those memories where being made if I were given a “skip” button, I definitely would have pushed it. Now that I’m through it though, I wouldn’t erase those memories. What happened as made me who I am today, and I wouldn’t change it.  (You like the deep questions don’t you, KetCage? 🙂 )
Who is your favorite artist? (Music)

Adel. (Thank you for an easy question 😀 )

Do you read books? What genre do you prefer? IF NOT, do you watch any TV shows?

Do I read book? No. I devour books. I can’t get enough of the things. Fantasy is my favorite genre (let’s hope so since I’m writing a fantasy book). But I’ll read just about any genre except horror. I haven’t been able to get myself into those. I like historical fiction and novels like Room by Emma Donoghue.

Would you prefer a book over a movie or vice versa?

I love the way books can let you get into the character’s head. You really get to see just what they are thinking and feeling. In a way, you get to be them, and that just isn’t something that can be done onscreen.

If there was one place you could be, where would you be?

Right here. I love my Alabama home. I get to see beautiful mountains everyday, everyone is friendly, and I don’t have to worry about getting snowed in. Though, there might be some tornadoes to watch out for. 😛

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If you were to get into a relationship with someone, would his looks matter?

Yes and no. I don’t care if he looks like whatever is considered “good looking” by society. These are ridiculous standard that changes from country to county and generation to generation. For example, a few years ago it was popular for girls to pluck their eyebrows to thin lines. Now there are commercials for products that will make your eyebrows appear fuller. In North America it is considered to be more beautiful to be thin, but in many south american countries they have a saying that goes something like “he who is fat is happy” and it is larger people who are considered more beautiful.

I said all that to say, as long as I think the person is attractive, that’s all that matters.

Tell me a little about the kind of person you’re in love with/wanna fall in love with.

Another thought-provoking question (I thought these were supposed to be easy 😀 ). I’ll just make easy for myself and make a list.

Someone who…

is respectful of me and others

I can laugh with

likes to read (bet you never saw that one coming)

works hard

can apologize

I can be myself around

sings or plays an instrument

has compassion

is my best friend

Do you like adventures? Tell me a few of you adventurous experiences. IF NOT, What are your hobbies?

My biggest adventures were the times I went out of the country (the U.S.).  I went to Roatan, Honduras a few years ago. It’s a small island with beautiful beaches. Then, this year a went on a cruise to the Bahamas. Again, more beautiful beaches. Maybe I just like adventures with beaches in them.

Here’s a few snapshots from my adventurer’s album. ;P

The Bahamas



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Alright, now it’s your turn.  Put the answer to one of your favorite questions in the comments below (or more than one if you’re feeling especially talkative). I’d love to know how you guys would have answered.

Until next time Epic Dreamers!


The Handwriting Challenge

This tag could not have come at a better time. I had no idea what to write for this week’s post and was kind of feeling burned out on writing because it’s April and that means Camp NaNoWriMo. Don’t get me wrong; I love all the NaNos, and I’ve gotten so much writing done in the past few days so I’m super pumped about my story. But sometimes when you’ve done a lot of writing, the last thing you want to do to take a break from it is, well, more writing.

So, thank you Ket Cage for giving me something fun to do for this post.

You’ve all read tons of things I’ve written over the few years this blog has been around, but it’s always been typed. You’ve never seen what my writing looks like handwritten.

Well today that’s about to change (because I know you stay awake at night wondering what my handwriting looks like). The challenge is pretty simple. All I have to do is answer these questions, but instead of typing the answers I have to write them.

This should be fun!


  1. Write your name
  2. Write your blog’s name
  3. Write your favorite word and its definition
  4. Write something nice
  5. Write the name of your favorite song right now
  6. What are you writing with?
  7. Write a fun fact about yourself
  8. Write/draw your favorite emoticon
  9. Write a silly message
  10. Write who you’re tagging

To be fair, I’ll admit that this is what my handwriting looks like when I’m paying attention to it. When I’m jotting down notes for story ideas, it gets pretty rough. It’s like my brain is moving too fast for my hand and I’m just trying to get it all down before it fades from my mind.

Here’s something from a story idea I had about a year ago (that I’ll probably never actually write).

Pretty sloppy huh?

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little peek into my life beyond the typing.

Before I end, I’m going to put a link to the wonderful people I’ve tagged for this challenge. It’s really fun! I hope you all do it too. 🙂


Nandini Bharadwaj

Oneta hayes

Kaleiyah Prose


Until next time Epic Dreamers!


Blogging = Disney Princess

Last night I was deeply pondering the stages we bloggers go through as we begin our blog. Actually, I was just trying to come up with something to post today and thought how hard it is to come up with a post sometimes. I mean, bloggers should get an award for all the trouble they go through to start a blog, then continue posting again and again. And again. 

Then I realized that need an award. Being a blogger, we have a lot of things in common with some of the most saught-after girls in the world. Disney Princesses.

Don’t laugh, you know you wanted to be a princess when you were little. And you still do. (Come one, admit it. You didn’t grow out of Disney. You still have a Cinderella doll in your closet.) Wouldn’t it be nice to be a Disney princess, just for a day?

Well, I have great news for you! If you have a blog, you already are a Disney princess. In fact, you share some things in common with more than one princess.

I’ve explained it all below so you can feel absolutely fabulous and princess-y like. (Guy bloggers, don’t scroll down. I don’t want to be responsible for princessifying you.) 🙂



We start off as Ariel. We see all those successful bloggers out there with a gazillion billion subscribers and all we can do is stare, starry-eyed and wish we were part of their world.



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Then we are Cinderella. We have big dreams for our blog and we know that if we believe in our dreams, they’ll come true. Or our clever mice friends will do the work for us and our fairy godmother will bippity bobbity boo our blog into being a success.


Bam! All my dreams just came true! I don’t even know what happened.



We’ve moved past the dream stage and realized that a blog doesn’t spring out of magical pumpkins. If we want to be “part of that world” we better work for it. We slave away commenting on other blogs, tweeting clever tweets, and making tons of gumbo in hopes that someone will notice our blog.





We’ve put a lot of work into our blog and spent a lot of time making that gumbo, so our friends and family are starting to notice that we have a new thing going. The problem is, not all of them like it. They think we’re a bit crazy. We’re wasting our time. Or they use that word to describe our blog: cute. Our response to their criticism goes something like this.

Sorry, but don’t mess with my dream!



Sometimes you have to fight for what you want, even when people are pressuring you to do something else. Want to write a post on the weekend so your readers don’t think you’ve forgotten about them, but some well-meaning friend is trying to drag you to some restaurant/party/thing that you don’t want to do? No problem. Pull a Merida on them.



All that work. All those disbelieving people and indulging smiles. All those posts we spent so long writing with no likes. All those people that are like Merida’s mom, trying to get us married when we want to run free and let our hair blow in the wind. It’s driving us crazy! That’s when we have to learn not to let it bother us. We are doing what we love to do and nothing is going to stop us. We learn to…

I’m sure you never saw that one coming. 😉 And ok, technically she is a queen. But you know what? Let it…slide. Just this once.



We’ve put in the practice, learned to let go of the things we couldn’t control, and hit some people with a frying pan. We’ve trained hard and can type all night without getting a single cramp in our fingers. We are masters at blogging. Our blog kicks butt!

Check out those blogging skills.


There you have it. Blogging makes you royalty. There’s no way you can argue with facts like that. 🙂


I hope this post made you feel fabulous, grin wildly, and fall in love with your blog again. Let me know if I accomplished that in the comments. And tell me who your favorite Disney princess is (mine is Merida and Rapunzel…oh and I love Mulan too). As always, I love hearing from you!

*Princess and non-princess are both welcome to comment.



Blue Bird Takeover–Shy Zombies

Ok, so that was one weird poem. Sorry you guys had to suffer though that.


Suffer? Excuse me, but that poem was brilliant. The only people who suffered are the ones who weren’t intelligent enough to understand it.

It was about frogs and flies. I think anyone over the age of three could understand it.


Nonsense. It was about more than that. You just aren’t smart enough to grasp my genius.

What genius? It doesn’t take a genius to write about a brave frog.


Reckless. It was a reckless frog. Brave and reckless are two very different things. You should know that being a writer and all. I’m beginning to doubt that you are. Don’t writers actually have to, you know, write?

Don’t give me that blue bird. I’ve tried to write. But the last two post I started you ruined. And lets not even talk about last week when you decided to write your own post.


Which you ruined.

Just returning the favor. *Forced grin*


I don’t know why you’re complaining. Nothing is stopping you from writing.

Except you.


I only pop in to spice things up again. Excuse me for trying to give your readers something interesting.

I was giving my readers something interesting before you came along.


*Yawn* Oh, I’m sorry. Were you saying something interesting?

Grrr…You’re lucky I don’t have a cat, blue bird, or I would–


*Gasp* Are you threatening me? Me? Who only tried to help you and your floundering blog and boring Twitter feed. You think it’s easy to come up with clever tweets? Do you think it isn’t hard work thinking of a prompt that’s original and unique? Of course it isn’t! But I do it for you. *Wipes tear*

You do it because you like the attention.


Yeah, and that.

*Rolls eyes*


Still, there’s no reason for you to complain about not being able to write. I mean I give a prompt every week. That makes it pretty easy for you.

You think I’m going to use one of your prompts? *Laughs hysterically*


I guess it’ll be up to me to use it then.

NO. Wait–


Too late. I’m writing something from this prompt and going to post it.

I can’t have another ridiculous poem on my blog.


It wasn’t ridiculous if you understood its meaning.

Which was?


Ok, girl human. I guess I’ll explain it for you. See, at the beginning of the poem it says that the frog was reckless.

I know. I read it.


Shh. The frog did all these things because he wanted to appear brave, but that got him into trouble at the end because he was willing to cross the river which happened to be where the crocodile lived. And the cowardly fly learned that running away wasn’t always the answer when he escaped the frog by facing him.

Oh, I see. The cowardly fly learns to be brave and the reckless frog learns to think things through and not just to do something to show off.


Actually the frog doesn’t learn anything.



He’s dead.

Very funny.


Speaking of funny. It’s time for me to end this post.

How is that funny?


I always end it with a prompt, and the prompt is funny.



This little blue bird will take you to my Twitter page where it will continuously feed you random lines about writing, blogging, and Shy Zombies



Use shy zombies as a prompt for a story, poem, or photograph and create a post on you blog.


There are 2 things to do after you put your post out there:

  1. Put a link to your post in the comments along with the title to your post and I’ll list your link in the next blog post.
  2. Tweet a link to your post using the hashtag #bluebirdtweets and twitter handle @meganbedwel and I’ll retweet!


*(If you don’t have time to create a post and still want to join, write a tweet inspired by the prompt and use my Twitter handle and I’ll retweet you.)


Twitter_bird_iconIf you haven’t been following me on Twitter, you’re missing out on all my tweets with different takes on the prompt. If the prompt above doesn’t get your imagination going, my tweets will!

Blue Bird Takeover– Cowardly Flies and Reckless Frogs

Twitter_bird_iconHey there Invisible World! Or uh, Epic Dreamers as the girl human calls you…. I’ve been thinking about this whole writing prompt thing and–

Wait just a minute. Are you writing a blog post?

Twitter_bird_iconWhat does it look like?

You are! You’re wring a post on my blog. As if tweeting wasn’t enough. Now you think you can takeover my blog too?!

Twitter_bird_iconPft…as if I’d want to take over your blog. If I were going to take over a blog, I’d go for one that was popular.

*Sticks out tongue* At least I have a blog. That fact seems to be making you jealous.

Twitter_bird_iconI’m certainly not jealous of this little space on the internet you call a blog–


Twitter_bird_iconAnd did you really just stick your tongue out at me? Are you incapable of defending yourself with speech or do you enjoy impersonating a five-year-old?

I have been defending myself with speech for the last two blog posts and it doesn’t seem to be working.

Twitter_bird_iconAnd you call yourself a writer.

I write stories. I’m not supposed to be using my words to argue with some little blue bird.

Twitter_bird_iconThen don’t. You are the one arguing. I’m only trying to help you.

Help me be writing my blog posts for me? I don’t think so. You’ve already ruined my last two posts. Now you are trying to take my place!

Twitter_bird_iconRelax girl human. I could never take your place *cough* I’m not crazy enough *cough*

Stop with the coughing. We are not doing that again. And if you know that you can’t take my place, why are you trying to take over my blog?

Twitter_bird_iconAs I said earlier, I’m not trying to take your place. I only wanted to talk to your readers about the writing prompts.

Finally, you said something that I can agree with. They’re my readers.

Twitter_bird_iconYou know, if you don’t stop with that scarily possessive attitude your readers are going to desert you. *whispers* You may want to run for your lives readers.

Speak up! Why are you whispering like that?

Twitter_bird_iconWhispering? Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t whisper in a blog post.

Ugh! Forget it. Just leave so I can try to salvage this blog post.

Twitter_bird_iconI can’t leave yet. I didn’t get to say what I wanted to about the writing prompts.

Fine. But make it quick.

Twitter_bird_iconReally?  You aren’t going to insist I leave or insult me? Admit it. You are warming up to me girl human.

More like I know you won’t shut up until you get your way.

Twitter_bird_iconFinally learning, aren’t you girl human? *wink*

It’s human girl.

Twitter_bird_iconAnyway, like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted–

Interrupted? You want to talk about interrupted?! Try the last two blog posts–

Twitter_bird_iconAhem. I thought you were going to let me talk.

Oh yeah. Sorry.

Twitter_bird_iconDid you just apologize? You are warming up to me.

*Scowl* Don’t get used to it little bird.

Twitter_bird_iconSo anyway, like I was saying. I’ve been thinking about the writing prompts and I think that it is unfair to make you guys do all the work. I mean I do come up with some pretty impressive tweets, but maybe it’s time I do more than that. So for this next prompt, I’m going to write a responce.


Twitter_bird_iconWhat’s wrong girl human? Scared my stuff is going to be better than yours?

If your stories are anything like your tweets, they are going to be rediculous.

Twitter_bird_iconThanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll be sure to come to you the next time I need a pick-me-up.

You don’t need any confidence. You’re already so full of yourself, you’d pop like a balloon if you had any more confidence.

Twitter_bird_iconThat’s quite a clever line. You must have learned it from me. *Wink*

The only thing I’ve learned from you is how to control my temper. And I’m not sure how long I’ll remember that lesson. *Glare*

Twitter_bird_iconI guess that’s my cue to leave then. Let me end this post with the usual…



This little blue bird will take you to my Twitter page where it will continuously feed you random lines about writing, blogging, and Cowardly flies and reckless frogs.



Seriously? Cowardly flies and reckless frogs? That’s what you are going to write a story about?

I’m going to write a poem actually.

Ugh. This is going to be awful. You can’t post that on my blog. People will think I wrote it.

Probably not. They’ll realize that the poem is way too intellectually stimulating for you to have written.

You know what? I’m to intellectual to continue with this conversation. Goodbye.

Now that she’s gone, I can give you a quick reminder of how this works. Use Cowardly flies and reckless frogs as a prompt for a story, poem, photograph, or even just a tweet if you don’t have a lot of time.


There are 2 things to do after you put your post out there:

  1. Put a link to your post in the comments along with the title to your post and I’ll list your link in the next blog post.
  2. Tweet a link to your post using the hashtag #bluebirdtweets and twitter handle @meganbedwel and I’ll retweet!


*(If you don’t have time to create a post and still want to join, write a tweet inspired by the prompt and use my Twitter handle and I’ll retweet you.)


Twitter_bird_iconIf you haven’t been following me on Twitter, you’re missing out on all my tweets with different takes on the prompt. If the prompt above doesn’t get your imagination going, my tweets will!


A big thanks goes to KetCage for being the fist one to use the prompt (dragons and computers). His post is a fun, energetic take on what life would be like with a dragon around. You’re day will definitely be brightened. 🙂

So make sure you check out…

Imagine Dragons


New Year, New Idea

The beginning of the year is a time to reflect on what you want to do differently than the previous year. A new year is a new beginning. A chance to experiment with new things and ideas.

I couldn’t let this opportunity to try something new pass, so I sat down and thought about what I could do differently on this blog.

Last year at this time I started the choose-your-own-adventure story, The Hashna Stone. That has definitely been a highlight on the blog. It was fun, different, and had a way for all of you to interact.

I want to do something similar to that this year.

Obviously, I can’t write another choose-your-own-adventure because I’m busy turning The Hashna Stone into a book. But I could do something just as fun and different and do it in a way that you all could be involved.

So here’s the idea.

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Every week, I’ll post a a prompt. Then all of you get to use your epic imaginations and put out a post on your blog that has something to do with the prompt. It could be a flash fiction piece, but it doesn’t have to be a story. You do whatever fits your blog. It could be a poem or photograph inspired by the prompt.

Say the prompt for the week is polka dot socks.

One person might write a story about a girl who wore her polka dot socks everywhere for good luck.

Another might write a poem declaring their deep love for polka dot socks.

Another person may snap an artsy photograph of polka dot socks.

ANYTHING having to do with polka dot socks counts. 🙂

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(Ok, so I couldn’t find a meme about polka dot socks…)

Once you have posted your prompt-inspired group of words or photo, you leave a link to that post in the comments. Then I will put the link to your post in my next post so everyone can check out all the different responses. And your blog gets some publicity. 😉

You get a free prompt to help with those weeks you just can’t think of anything to write, and it’s a great way to get people to your blog and check out new ones. It’s a win-win!

Taking a break from blogging and still want to participate? No problem. You can join in on the fun on Twitter. If you tweet something inspired by the prompt I give out and use my twitter handle (@meganbedwel) then I will retweet you.

I’ll join in and write my own blog post (and tweets) from the prompt.

I’m getting excited just thinking about it! It’s about time we had something fresh and fun around here. 😉

Tell me what you think of the idea!

*Update: I already have some prompts and even this cool prompt page.

Twitter_bird_iconThis little blue bird will take you to my Twitter page where it will continuously feed you random lines about writing, blogging, and the world inside my head.

Writers are Insane

We all know that writers are just a bit insane. I mean they make people up, hear voices in their head, and have a mental breakdown because they can’t figure out how to get Sindy-loo-snoo (their made-up person) out of the burning building surrounded by evil sorcerers, surrounded by a zombie army, surrounded by spaceships filled with giant lobster aliens.

Yeah, these writer people ARE insane.

So, for you entertainment (and for my own amusement), I’ve made a list comparing writers with the definition of insanity.

Wikipedia’s definition of insanity: a spectrum of behaviors characterized by certain abnormal mental or behavioral patterns. Insanity may manifest as violations of societal norms, including a person becoming a danger to themselves or others.


People who are insane writers have abnormal mental patterns.

  • Normal people listen to the radio while driving. Writers don’t need a radio to keep them entertained; they have the voices in their head for that.


  • Normal people have social interactions with people and think of them as, well, social interactions. Writers have social interaction with people and think of them as building a database to use to create new characters (a.k.a. little minions to their bidding).


  • Normal people stay in the kitchen while cooking. Writers take off running to save their imaginary character from the burning building surrounded by evil sorcerers, surrounded by…well you know…and let their chili boil over and their cornbread burst into flames.

If the above examples don’t convince you that writers have abnormal mental patterns, take a look at this.

This is what a writer’s mind looks like when they are working on their story. Actually, this is what a writer’s mind always looks like because they are always thinking about their story.

If this doesn’t look like an abnormal mental pattern, I don’t know what does.


People who are insane writers violate societal norms.

Our society does not think that these are normal behaviors.

  • refusing to go out on the weekends because it’s the only time you can write massive amounts of words


  • using words like plot, character development, and view point in normal conversation


  • shutting yourself in your basement for an entire day so you can carry on conversations between people who aren’t there and record them


  • campaigning for schools and businesses to shut down in November for NaNoWriMo

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Sorry writers. You’ve violated all these.


People who are insane writers are a danger to themselves and others.

You may not believe these writers can be dangerous. I mean, sure, they are a bit strange and given to erratic behavior, but they aren’t actually harming anyone.

Let me enlighten you before your innocent delusion puts you in danger of being harmed by a insane person writer.

Here’s a little story to illustrate.

Beth, a writer, gets on her computer to begin working toward her word-count goal for the day. Inspiration hits and words flow from her fingers like rain drops from storm clouds. She sits there for hours not aware that her stomach is growling and her throat is dry. Thanks to her delusion of a would and people that don’t exist, she is slowly starving and becoming dehydrated.

Beth is so enthralled that she doesn’t realize her three-year-old has been entertaining himself by coloring on the walls and wrapping everything in toilet paper, while her husband (who doesn’t have that wonderful whirlwind of inspiration to sustain him) has fainted from hunger.

Never put your guard down when you are around a writer. They won’t stop at putting themselves in danger. You are a small sacrifice to pay for their story.


If none of what I’ve just said convinces you that writers are completely insane, here’s one that admits to it.


If you or anyone you know is thinking of becoming a writer, please save yourself and them from this madness known as writing. Spread the word. Don’t be responsible for flaming cornbread or three-year-olds coloring on the walls.

Be sane. Don’t write.





I hope you all enjoyed this post, and that I’ve encouraged you to stop writing. 😉 Let me know what you think of this post and what your favorite insane writer habit is.