1. She gets excited in the stationary isle, looking at pens. She coverts pens and hyperventilates over notebooks in the grocery store.
2. She drinks her coffee black. Not because she likes black coffee, but because it’s good for her author image.
3. The neighbours probably think we’re freaks when we go walking. We discuss this literary character and that, and saying how miserable their lives are. Or we walk past saying, “I can’t believe you killed him! You’re horrible!” Yeah. But no one’s called the police yet, so we’re good.
4. When she’s reading, you can talk to her about flying to the planet Pluto on a magic carpet, and she won’t hear to even look up and tell you the logistical issues with such a plan. (It’s hard to find a flying carpet. And Pluto’s not a planet. What’s with that?)
5. She’s addicted to quotes. Funny quotes. Inspirational quotes. Writing quotes. She quotes.
6. She talks in a code: WIP, MC, POV, YA, MG, RIP.
7. She will tell me the whole plot of a book I haven’t read, and what was good, and what was stupid, and how it should never have been published, and how it’s undyingly awesome and I so have to read it before she sends it back to the library (which she’s already done, because she’s terrified of library fines).
8. The librarians know her and are surprised if she isn’t picking up a stack of books from the interlibrary-loan section.
9. She’s worn letters off her keyboard, and some of the keys are falling out.
10. She gets
cranky frustrated when she’s not writing.