This post is for all the spouses out there. All the sisters, brothers and moms whose writing family member falls off the radar a couple of times a year. You don’t know if you are one of these abandoned loved ones? There are certain key indicators that you may live with a writer. In any given week, you may find yourself saying something like this…
“Do we have any Q-tips?”
What do you mean you don’t know you have a book due?
“What’s for supper?”
“Well, I guess a sandwich is okay. Sure…I can make it myself.”
Did you go to the store today? We need Q-tips.
Sure I can make a sandwich for supper, but..we’re out of lunch meat.
I’m out of underwear and socks. Can you wash a load of whites for me?
I know you are under a deadline, but you can write while the clothes wash.
Did you remember to get Q-tips?
I know you have a book due, but it’s been three days since I asked you.
You went to the store to get coffee but you forgot Q-tips? Yes, I do believe Q-tips are just as important as coffee.
Can you wash some whites?
I’m down to my last pair of underwear and socks. Did remember you wash some bleach clothes?
Have you taken a shower today? This week?
Honey, setting partially opened cans of cat food in the floor is not really feeding the cat.
Yeah, take out is fine. Yeah…I’ll go get it.
I’m going to Walmart. We need lunch meat, Q-tips, and new underwear and socks.
How much longer before you hit your deadline?
If you can say yes, that any or all of the conversation above has taken part at your house, then most probably you live with a writer. Never fear, this insanity usually occurs at this magnitude only around deadline time, but beware of plotting a new book/series.
And good luck to you all. Living with a writer can be a challenge. Yet rewarding as well. After all, they know how to spell everything.
4 thoughts on “How to Tell that You Live with a Writer by Rob Lillard as told to Amy”
I laughed my butt off. Oh my gosh, this is hilarious. YOU are hilarious. Thanks for the great laugh. I needed that today. (((hugs)))
Hey, AJ! So glad you could drop in! And even happier that I could give you a laugh! :) Thanks, sweetie!
My husband has totally given up on me. He does his own shopping, cooking, and laundry. I don’t feel guilty though. He still asks me how to spell something a gagillion times a day.
Yep, that’s me: human spell check! LOL Thanks for coming by today, Sandra. :)