You know you write too much when you pull up to a red light and inspiration hits you like a light and you dig around in your car to find a scrap piece of paper (which of course you DO have, along wth a pencil) and write it down before the light turns green.
-Your teachers have confiscated ten or more of your stories for them distracting you in class.
-When anyone asks you what you did over the summer, you only have one answer: "Wrote."
-You have so many pens and pencils you should never have to buy another writing utensil again...SHOULDN'T, but probably will.
-Anyone who knows you never has to ask what you want for a special occasion: they give you a notebook or a giftcard to an office supply store.
-You say something from one of your stories without meaning to, start laughing hysterically because you can't believe you did that (but CAN believe it at the same time), and everyone backs away from you because they can't see what you're laughing about.
-You have a quote book full of the snappy things your characters have said.
-When someone asks you to name all the things you've written, you say, "Uh...let me think..." and either a) go off to get something to write them all down on, or b) start counting them on your fingers and asking, "Wait, did I already say that one?"
-Your idea of a perfect day is one where everyone leaves you alone so you can write in peace.
Your teachers have to force you to make your reports shorter.
You go through pencils too quickly during school and then have to buy new ones... in october.
You mimick people behind their back's because of the way normal people say, "That's good."
You bother to read threads posted by fellow writers.
Your parents tell you to hurry up and write that bestseller so they can go to Mexico.
Your room doesn't have a floor, just piles of paper.
You spend all your spare time flexing your hand because you write too much.
When you flip out because somebody took your special writing pens...and the find it later holing the place of antoher story you were working on or find it in the trash because your parents tried to ues it but it was empty. (true story)
When you have actually published at least 20 stories and/or poems online.
When your friends ask you to write a poem for their graduation party centerpeices (true story 8 of my friends asked this of me...)
this shall be a collection of warning signs that you may need to take a break... or get some help.
When you start to carry a miniature notebook with you Everywhere in case inspiration kicks you in the face.
When someone asks for a writing utensil you jump at them and ask which they would prefer: pen or pencil, what brand and/or what color.
When someone asks for a writing utensil you fear the loss of said implement like it's your arm and act like you've never heard of such a thing.
*add your own*
Oh my god. . . do you know of a writing rehad clinic near Michigan? ^-^ I do all of that. I actually have many different mini notebooks that I put in all my bags. That way, no matter WHERE I go or which bag I take, I always have one.
Wow. . . that sounds really lame. Feel free to flame as you will. mrgreen