tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133203161912010188.post3734513570979489967..comments2023-09-30T12:20:13.362-04:00Comments on YA Fusion: Six Signs You've Got A Writer In Your Life...Katie McGarryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484414661125386052noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133203161912010188.post-29747184843809065352013-04-27T22:21:22.493-04:002013-04-27T22:21:22.493-04:00Reading this was like, Check check check check...o...Reading this was like, Check check check check...ohmygod I sound like a loser, but there's more of me out there!<br /><br />Over Easter, while the family was down, I was researching blood splatter analytics and what would it look like if they were shot etc.; what does opium smell like; is drowning peaceful---really, just lots of suspect questions. It's truly amazing what you can find on the internet! Thank god I was born when I was. It would be so difficult (<i>more</i> difficult) to be a writer when Google wasn't around.Merry Blakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14006886897483316102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133203161912010188.post-84333253796885836252013-04-21T11:50:56.310-04:002013-04-21T11:50:56.310-04:00Ah... dreaming up horrible deaths for rivals. Lov...Ah... dreaming up horrible deaths for rivals. Love doing that.Kurt Hampehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09657898257154324404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133203161912010188.post-27170412618837598252013-04-17T16:58:23.528-04:002013-04-17T16:58:23.528-04:00I'm totally #5. Last summer, I was working as ...I'm totally #5. Last summer, I was working as a volunteer for a 4-H fundraiser at a county fair alongside a very interesting carnie worker who enjoyed telling me his life story (with a little prompting, of course.) When he started complaining about his job, i asked him why he didn't join the army like his brother. His reply: "Can't, my record's too long." <br />The writer in me reeaaalllyy wanted to know what his record entailed, but i figured maybe it was a sign for me to reign it in. That and the fact that his good mood declined as the day went along due to him finding out the air-conditioning in his RV went out, his girlfriend lent someone $100-, oh, and he almost passed out from heat stroke. <br />100% true story--i can't make up something that good!!!<br />Colette Ballardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883069918152729422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133203161912010188.post-54812217530418187252013-04-17T16:57:10.633-04:002013-04-17T16:57:10.633-04:00I'm totally #5. Last summer, I was working as ...I'm totally #5. Last summer, I was working as a volunteer for a 4-H fundraiser at a county fair alongside a very interesting carnie worker who enjoyed telling me his life story (with a little prompting, of course.) When he started complaining about his job, i asked him why he didn't join the army like his brother. His reply: "Can't, my record's too long." <br />The writer in me reeaaalllyy wanted to know what his record entailed, but i figured maybe it was a sign for me to reign it in. That and the fact that his good mood declined as the day went along due to him finding out the air-conditioning in his RV went out, his girlfriend lent someone $100-, oh, and he almost passed out from heat stroke. <br />100% true story--i can't make up something that good!!!<br />Colette Ballardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883069918152729422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133203161912010188.post-75134860953842347782013-04-15T18:49:02.261-04:002013-04-15T18:49:02.261-04:00I'm completely guilty of #5. Just this evenin...I'm completely guilty of #5. Just this evening, I was reading the back of my couscous directions when I said to my husband, "I can't imagine anyone fluffing couscous any way but 'lightly.' Seriously, how would you fluff it heavily? angrily?"<br /><br />Then, of course, we mimed all the ways to "fluff" couscous...and then did it for real once it was time to serve.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18219883647458065443noreply@blogger.com