I would love to write full time. Like, actual physical writing, without an additional stupid day job that keeps me away from my computer.
Here is the thing though, I am writing all day long, every spare minute I have. I just have nowhere to get the ideas out during the day. Thankfully I have a mundane, boring day job (silver lining) that doesn't really require much thought.
Retail hell, as I like to call it, is very useful for mapping out new story ideas.
One of my coworkers complained that she hated being on register because she couldn't just stand there and do nothing between customers. I, on the other hand, love when there are no customers. No one can question why I am just standing in one spot staring off into space. Occasionally I will flip through a magazine to make myself look less creepy, but I am hardly ever reading it, I am in fact writing a spanking novel in my head.
It often makes me wonder what other people in boring jobs think about all day.
It makes me more tolerant when the guy behind the deli counter has to ask me three times how much cheese I wanted sliced within the span of 2 minutes. I almost want to say- "I write smutty romance novels while I'm at work, what are you doing?"
I doubt he is writing a romance novel in his head, but maybe he is writing a book. Or maybe he's thinking about the cute little thing loitering in the produce section that he keeps glancing over at. It doesn't really matter what he's thinking about, but I can almost guarantee it is not "Boy! I really love slicing cheese all day long! Can it really get better than this?"
Or maybe he does like slicing cheese. What do I know?
I'm not just writing stories in my head at work, I do it while I'm driving, during commercials, and standing in line. It's something I have done for as long as I can remember and it keeps me sane. It keeps me from getting too bored with the mundane.
It makes me wonder what normal people think about all day. I asked my husband and he said he also makes stories up in his head. But he's married to me, so I don't think he counts as normal.
Just think the next time your friendly cashier is ringing you up, she may have put her sex scene on pause so she could scan your coupons. Does she seem a little flustered?
Makes you wonder, right?