Not that I know of. * tilts head * I have read some of your stories, though. Maybe I...noticed something. * clueless *

...you're 18 (well, by a few days at least) and you're still afraid of the dark.

*raises hand* I'm only twelve, but that will probably haunt me forever.

I love being afraid of the dark. It is a great aid to the imagination.

Yeah...and good exercise. But I just realized something...I'm not afraid of the dark per se, rather I'm afraid of what I'm imagining is in the dark.

Exactly.

Haha! I get scared once all lights are off, then I start imagining creepy creatures, then I try to push them out of my head, then I fail, and then I'm having a heart attack while running around the house trying to find a speck of light. And then occasionally, I get even more scared because the little light I have emits an eerie glow.

... When you take little actions from what you are doing and write them in your head from present and past tense to see which you like better.

... When your characters are so real and you are asking them questions, the thought "But I don't want to answer for my characters!" passes through your head before remembering that you kind of have to.

...pretty much what went through my head while working on the questionnaire!

When looking at a moldy strawberry, your thoughts go from "Eww, gross" to "Ooh, it's fuzzy! *Poke poke* I should make a plant like that for my fantasy world!" in ten seconds.

... when you search your main character's name on Google Images to see what will come up.

... when you're bored and decide to make magical uses for the object closest to you.

@Azlyn: I usually stick with "ew, gross!" I don't like mold, and I don't like food that's going bad.

When you're planning on the trip to England with the school band, and people are talking about everything they won't ever try, and somebody brings up Black Pudding. Everyone is repelled. You just say "That would be interesting. I might like to try it sometime." (I was torn. On one hand it's blood. Ew. On the other, it's fascinating, in a very odd way.)

I would totally try it!!!

You know you're a crazy fantasy writer when you start coming up with cultural history and a world timeline in your head for the nation you're representing in a game of Risk.

Oh wow.

...when you read the above and immediately have the desire to play Risk with Eli for the fantasy-aspect.

Dude, let's do it.

Hey! I wanna play!!!!
...when that ^ is your response to the last few posts on this thread.

We're gonna organize an online game. And when we decided we needed a third person, since we both suck at two-player, you were the first person I thought of asking. xD

You know you're a crazy fantasy writer when you feel all epic and magical and expect Hadgrid's motorcycle to drive right out of the sky every time a rain storm hits.

I have made up plants and food based off of mold (I am thinking of an animal too). I like mold, and rotting food. In the sense that I like observing the feeling of repulsion to it. I like those kinds of things. I once scrubbed wet yarn on my wet fingernails to examine the intense irritation it caused. It is very interesting how things that do not harm or heal can effect you so strongly.

Eating blood is an abomination, but at least it is an abomination that is interesting to write about.

- When you photograph bitten, dried figs, notched beets, chicory stains...

And that's why Brendan and I enjoy mentioning eating it at every possible occasion that presents itself...

You know you're a crazy fantasy writer when you even care about the ingredients of a certain sausage, and wonder about ti for writing purposes.

...when you randomly decide that you should make a full-contact, extreme version of croquet for your fantasy world.
...when HW ranks 1,000,000 points over facebook in your list of social websites.

That would be interesting. I wonder how the arches would survive.

-You make up a race off of a geyser.

Hmm...good point...maybe they're thicker, like horseshoes?



That would be interesting...

Indeed.

I read that as crochet, the thing you do with yarn...

So, like:

I think you've got a revelation, Azlyn! I must go write that down...

Now you know why I was ing.

I do wonder how the crochet version will end up...

I'm pretty sure at least one person will be strangled by the end of each round...and at least one other person will have been impaled by a crochet hook...

Most probably.

You think naming your notebooks is perfectly normal.

Ditto.

Trio.

You get a concept for a story from someone's last name, a mirror, and bubbles.

Nice Shawn.

When you watch The Two Towers and The Half-Blood Prince in the same day, and then read a friend's second fantasy book before bed.

When someone finds your lost phone and doesn't know who to call because your contacts are listed by their Elven names.

WOAH. Cool.

That's awesome...

I so want to do that... Now I need a phone.

Your fingers try to change "right" to "write" and "except" to "excerpt".

I've had the first mixup, and witnessed the second one in chat.

*nods* My brain always thinks copywritten instead of copyrighted.

You catch yourself chewing in time with your epic fantasy music.

* giggles * Yeah.

You "gallop" down a hill and realize you're running like a faun (or half a Centaur).

The statement about a water bottle "It's broken" inspires a whole new concept for your fantasy world.

You're constantly on the watch for quirky things like this about yourself to report on this thread.

* dissolves into laughter *

-When you have a habit of making commanding or threatening gestures with chopsticks, pens, straws...

-When your sister is laughter soluble.