March 17th, 2009


You know you're a writer when...

Skipping along behind the dogs at the park, delighted the ice is finally gone so I don't have to watch my footing, and--down I go. Goodbye, ice, hello, mud.

I get home and toss the muddy jeans in the washer, then spend several minutes examining and describing my poor raw knees. Because? There are poor raw knees in the opening scene of SHIFT HAPPENS. Now that I've embraced raw-kneehood, I guess I should put some disinfectant on them. It's a dog park, who knows what was in that mud?

So... what crazed things have you done to get realism and good description in your writing?