Just Call Me Eccentric…
I talk to myself. I admit it. People usually give me a sideways glance and smile, but it wasn’t until a few months ago, when people found out I was a writer, that many of them got the “ah ha” look on their faces. Rather than odd looks, now they lean over to each other and say, “she’s a writer, you know how eccentric they are…”
It makes me want to yell, “No, I’m not! I’m just like you. I just have characters in my head at the moment begging to be let out.”
“Writing is the new socially acceptable form of schizophrenia you know.” a woman said to me at the soccer field last week. She will be an evil character in an upcoming book. Not really…well, probably.
What is it about writer’s that begs for us to be labeled eccentric? I certainly don’t understand it, but, I’ll take it as a compliment. If they think I’m eccentric now, I can’t wait to see what they think of me after the NaNoWriMo!
Have you ever been called eccentric as a writer? Does it bother you or do you take it as a compliment?
This is where I’d much rather be.
This is how I picture the street where his Antique store is…
He, being Morgan Calder.





