Working as a writer has filled my brain with all sorts of craziness.

Not the kind of craziness you might think would come with working as a writer – the cutting off the ear (yeah, I know that was a painter), running with bulls (although, maybe….), liver-poisoning kind of craziness stereotypical of writers. I mean the kind where you come to know everything there is to know about stuff you never cared about or even knew existed: water intrusion and microbial contamination, surgical microscopes, registry software, custom t-shirts, storage facilities… you get the idea.

• You pay attention to advertising a bit more than normal people. You actually read the table tents at restaurants – not to see which ooey gooey dessert you’re going to tempt yourself with, but to see what you can learn from the copywriting.
• You notice typos – you don’t want to, you just can’t NOT.
• You halfway want to start playing Words With Friends just because you’re pretty certain you’d mop the board (um, screen?) with your opponents, being that you’re a word pro and all The other half of you knows the last thing you need is more words on a screen… during non-work time.

Oh, and now and then, you see something that simply defies words. So bizarre, so eye-poppingly crazy that you’ve got no choice but to blog about it – just to get it out of your system. This, my friends, is that:

OK. I’m good now. Thank you for your attention. You may now go about the business of working as a writer as usual (if you can).

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