Eavesdropping, a little. I don’t actually teeter my chair over to my coffee shop neighbor or buy pricey spy equipment, but if I’m walking down the hall and a girl is having a loud conversation with another on the drama of her relationship, I find myself listening, and finishing off the story long after they are gone. It’s as though my mind sees a story in everything, a muse in every face.
Narrating at random. Standing in line at the grocery store I find myself observing the scene in a novel-like format. “The cashier frowned, then blushed as she handed the credit card back to the customer. ‘I’m sorry m’aam’ she said, ‘your card has been declined.’ The elderly woman pushed her glasses up and stared at the cashier in shock, ‘how can it be? My son was supposed to pay it online last night.'” (And on and on…) It makes it easier to pass the time for sure.
Feeling envy towards the likes of Tila Tequila, Paris Hilton and Miley Cyrus because they have the right connections to get published for books of drivel they likely never wrote but had enough hype to support.
Reading like a fish. I finished my 50 books goal for 2008! I read books in a different light now, enjoying the prose and the play on words more now that I too am preoccupied with similar goals. Reading good work helps me write better, reading bad work helps inspire me that between the good and the bad surely there is room for me.
Drinking copious amounts of chai. Parts of my novel are set in Pakistan so I tell myself this is to set my mental mood, but let’s face it, I will look for any and every excuse to cozy up to a cup of tea.