*Chuckles* You have lots of good ones there, Chey!

Bahahahahaha! I love that!

Phew! I thought maybe I was just odd. XD

Pfft, nah!

I hurt myself yesterday and exclaimed, fifteen minutes later, "Oh! Cool! It's turning red! I hope it bruises up... That would be awesome."

*doesn't like bruises* That said, I don't regret kicking a hole through a hockey table...

Haha! That is hilarious! You are a girl... you aren't supposed to do that. Me and my brother have a saying: "If you can't get a scar out of it, there is no use doing it"
Scars are the very things that we may show off from doing something really cool! Like...
"This is the three inch deep two foot wide scar on my back from when my parachute didn't open, but since I'm just that awesome... I landed on top of a giant pile of plush sabertooth tiger dolls. Sadly; one of them turned real and bit my back, that is the story of this scrape."

Of course... things like that don't really happen right? There is nothing wrong with exaggerating a bit? Right?

Yes!



I've been known to do the same...

~You brainstorm with people on how to make their scars stay put.

~Every once in awhile when you enter a house, you start thinking about what are the escape routes and how you would defend it if you needed to. .

Yes, but what would we do without them? * smacks Jayson *

Hehe, I was moving that to, You know you are a Crazy HWer when.. . . Oh well, I guess it really does fit both places. .

...you are contemplating making your wedding dress in a medieval-fantasy style.
...everything is an epic adventure.
..."m'lady" and "m'lord" are casual parts of your conversation.
...you know the difference between hobbit, elf, faerie, satyr, and mermaid ears.
...you can identify characters at the Renaissance Faire.
...the laws of physics are optional.

*laughs at how it's mostly girls discussing scars...*



Or really stupid =P Like the one on my foot from dropping hot burrito filling. Or the one on my knee from doing a wheelie on a gravel road on my little sister's bike (and now there's a second scar over it from when I sat up into the arm of a chair in our living room).
Or the one on my shin that was purple until a month or two ago, from the time I was hanging out with my guy friends, climbing around on massive rocks. (not a good idea to wear shorts to do so...)

et cetera. =P
I love it.



YES! I like that one.

Ummm..... Then what does that make Astrid?

So true.

If only I could apply the non-functioning-ness of the laws of physics to actual reality...Now that would be fun...

*chuckles*

We really really should number these and print them out!

You KNOW you're a crazy fantasy writer when....
-You use words from your language(from your books) in every-day talking.
-You stare at a stranger for as long as you can because he/she looks EXACTLY like one of your characters.(LOL)
-You make a type of food or drink that you made up in your book just to find out what it tastes like.
-You want to be a creature you made up.

Haha, those are brilliant ones, Em!

Haha! I did that just the other day! I ran into a brick pillar in the dark and my got a welt on my forehead. I wanted so dearly for it to turn black and blue!


Done that before!

Haha! That's funny, Phylis!

... when your dad is watching Lord of the Rings with you, turns to you with a blank expression, blinks, and says "Golum is a crazy fantasy writer, isn't he? Yes... yes, they must be, precious."

* dies laughing *

* laughs * That sounds like something my dad would do.

When I was a little boy I tried to see how long I could follow Papa right behind him without him knowing. It worked. I did for a long time. He kicked me square in the face when he lifted his foot to clean his shoe, (I was right behind him) he was rather embarrassed (I was rather amused).


Oh yes...


Very true!


I love them both.


You know you are a crazy <please insert name for a strange, unnamed genre of fiction> writer when...

-Your 30672+ words Nanowrimo story does not have a single battle yet, but you are worried because you have little or nothing to break the tension.

-You use the Dictionary Word of the Day chart to find the date so you can write in your journal about your lucid dream.

-One way you fight people in your dreams is making up all kinds of strange aquatic creatures to eat them.

-You thought advertisements were somehow evil when you were young.

-The hardest part of Nanowrimo is counting the words.

-You grew a beard when you were seventeen.
(Actually they grew like muttonchops. I always thought you had to shave to have muttonchops (in fact, I had decided that if I ever did shave that would be the style I would wear).)

-Your mother was switching through tabs and was suddenly confronted by a Google Image search for vampire squids.

-Your desk is overshadowed by a Wollomi pine tree, and has an epic picture of an Asian man with four arms.

-One of your favorite songs is in Finnish.

-Another of your favorite songs is in Chinese.

-Another of your favorite songs is written by Katie Daniels, and is called Purple sky.

-You sit down waiting for family worship to begin, and suddenly exclaim, "Bird with a forked tongue, bats wings, cats eyes, and goats ears!" and your ten year old brother says, "Feathered goats ears."

-One of your great life goals is to learn Irish, Finnish, Mandarin Chinese, Russian, Biblical Hebrew, Greek, and Aramaic, and some language that has click consonants.

-You are reading page after page of this thread, and the Internet fails, and you have to push a button a few times to start it again, and when you open Wikipedia to test it you remember that you needed to look up "lunula," and several tabs later you are reading about a psychic epidemic called dancing mania, *is astonished, is fascinated* and when you finish that you come back to read more of this thread.

-Your nighttime clothes look dangerous (red sweat pants and a black T-shirt with a picture of a shining Marine Core saber hilt with the words "United States Marine Core, The Power and the Glory.")

Only at 26,000+ but yep!

* laughs heartily at brother *

Aw, I wrote one of your favorite songs?

Those were all hilarious, Patrick. You should post about your nanowrimo novel on HW somewhere.

- You have made a facebook status in a language you made.

- Scented soap has inspired an entirely new race in your novel.

- You are ecstatic because the new epee fencer on the fencing team looks like Frodo.

- The above's name is actually Tom, so in your mind, you always think of him as Tom Bombadil, even though it's the wrong character.

- When asked to do a self-portrait project for photography, you decide that is the perfect time to dress up like an elf and head out into the woods with a sword.

- You own multiple pairs of different kind of ears.

- People look at you oddly, and it is only then you realize you are acting out the actions of a character.

- There is questionable, possibly incriminating content on your Google search history. All of it was for your writing.

- You have incredibly old, good smelling books to sniff when you have writer's block or need comfort.

- You make up the biology of various races for fun.

- Making languages is fun for you.

- When your best friend comes over, you discuss your role play and nerd out with possible future ideas.

- You have facebook statuses asking casual questions about what name would a seven-year-old pick for her dragon, what seems like a cool idea for an animal, and tag your friends in the pictures thereof for their opinion.

- You yell at J. R. R. Tolkien on a daily basis, because he always steals your good ideas.

I'm curious about the race of scented soap...

-You have nightmares about people translating the names of your characters into something that isn’t their name.
-You laugh when your classmates talk about unicorns because you know that Unicorns are a)non-existent in this world b)native to Kythen and c)they might possibly be the corrupt doppelgangers of Unicorns and thus should be avoided at all costs.
-When only the western dragons breathe fire.
-When you want a book on spiritual warfare for Christmas because it describes Roman armor. (I'm sure the rest of it is interesting too, but "full descriptions of full Roman armour" is the phrase that caught my eye. The soldier on the front was also part of it.)

My family normally gets regular, boring, un-smelly soap, so it's not very inspiring. However, for some reason, someone gave my uncle this blood orange scented soap. He did not want it, so he gave it to me. The soap smelled very good, but it filled the entire shower with the smell once it was wet. It made me think of trees, and fields of flowers, and nice, pretty, nature-esque things. Then a line to a poem popped into my head, and I developed it a little there. The poem was a story about a race of people, and I though, "Wait a minute..." and so I made an entire race because of the scented soap in my shower.

ROFL! I love it!

Yep. I got it from the "create a song from a picture" thread. I also got the song Enderion from there, but the funny thing is that I do not remember where that thread is.


I will... but you may not be old enough to read it yet. *hee hees grimly to myself*
It is called "The Time Call."


You know something about it?


Are they fresh or dried?


You know you are a <I still do not know what to call that genre> writer when...

-You wrote more than eight hundred words before breakfast, even though you made the breakfast (I smashed my finger with a rather large rubber mallet making that breakfast).

-You strongly believe that kangaroos, magpies, and several different colors need alternative names.

-You call the porcupine the erethazon, and the skunk the mephitis.

-You like instrumental Classic Christmas music and Celtic harp music, because they are "Sci-fi."

-You are enamored of galvanized corrugated metal roofing, various electric lights, i-beams, and angle iron, because they are "Fantasy."

-Your Nanowrimo story has no battles in it, at least, none with (concretely understood) blows given.


Laughter doeth good like a medicine.
(Unfortunately there is little humor in my Nanowrimo story. I will have to add it in in my next draft.)

You are also enthralled by astronaut essences.

I am, thank you for reminding me. But I do not see those essences as either "Sci-fi" or "Fantasy." (Ahem, <help!>)

The essence of Gracie Jiu-jitsu, and one of my sweat-shirts, are important to the astronaut essences.

-You see the direct connection between the legacy of Gracie Jiu-jitsu, your navy blue sweat-shirt with the high collar and zipper, and space exploration equipment.
(As a note, I just looked down at the desk and saw a carob bean, and thought to myself, "And carob beans. Yes, definitely.")
(As another note, I just misspelled "corab bean," and got excited.)

That thread is in the Arts Guild somewhere.
I'd like to hear about it regardless.

You think it would be awesome to put first-person, third-person, AND second-person all in the same novel.

And fourth-person!!!

That would be EPIC!!!

Thou art laughing? I'm serious. I want to try it.

Just found this thread. That is sooooo me!

It's funny. And just because I'm laughing doesn't mean I don't think it would be awesome. I want to read this.

OK, thanks. I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't joking.

I'd want to read that, too.

- When you think the mailman looks like a goblin.
- When you wonder why nobody else likes swords as much.
- When you start counting in elvish.
- When you see a hammer and think: Dwarves!
- When you dig capes.
- When a dragon seems like a good pet.
- When your idea of a short novel is 500 pages.

...when you're constantly having to add to your MS Word dictionary.

When you think all mailmen are supernatural.

-When you use the word 'glomp' in real life

-When you talk your family to death about people they haven't met (yet!)

@Mark: Niice

Awesome.

I knew you'd like it.

When your real life friend refers to you as "Dark Sui".

-When you think of butterflies and the first thing that comes to mind is an intrinsically evil race like vampires.

-When you think of slugs the first thing you think of is a race of Shapeshifters whose neutral form is an upright, hovering, fluttering sheet of translucent, pale stuff like a giant, ghostly planarian worm.

-When a sampling of your thoughts as you are trying to go to sleep is something like this:
"peanut oil, hand coverings, ash cone, ash figures, pellon, canola oil, cones, saffron, radiation, toast, crown of thorns, tapping, acupuncture...(etc.)"