What's taboo for you?
As I've mentioned before, writers are a *special* breed -- as in "isn't she spechul, she just loves playing the nose whistle. Yes, she's self-taught." But I believe part of it is a primal urge to not screw up whatever mojo we've got going for us. Superstition can be useful - don't lick an electric razor on the same side twice - or used as a cautionary tale - ".. and that's why cats don't have thumbs."
I find that the more luck I have in submitting my goofy bits of high literature - stop looking at me like that - to the public, the more I want to repeat that success by repeating the process in all of its OCD glory. I neeeeed a clean desk, tea and dead silence. I mean it. Don't breathe. This, of course, is nearly impossible with five children under the age of 16 so I tend to work a lot during afternoon naps or when it's the middle of the night and I can drool on my keyboard without anyone poking me and asking a sister if it's okay to bury me outside.
In a highly scientific survey of writers on facebook, I found that some of the most outwardly sane writers have a few kinks in their repertoire:
- Beth enjoys mumbling, sideways glances and a twitch while writing fiction. Okay, everyday life. Whatever.
- Wendy writes while (wait, what's another "w" word) sipping green tea with her feet up. When stuck in a plot hole, she climbs out while pacing. That's got to be fun for the neighbors to watch.
- Tracy taps a Thesaurus for luck before writing. Then she IMs me when she gets stuck. WTH?
- Amy lays claim to the computer by surrounding it with Magic Tiara life force. *backs away slowly* I'm not even touching that one.
Fess up, what do you do to get in the groove? Barry White? Running in small circles?
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