You might be writing a novel if....
1. On your desk, you have a collection of old napkins (some used) with book/chapter ideas scrawled out from that one time, at lunch, when you thought up something brilliant and had to use the eyeliner pencil in your purse to jot out your idea while eating your salad. Okay, fine. Cheeseburger.
4. You haven't washed your hair for three days. Daily showers are a waste of precious scene-writing time.
5. Your desk is starting to look like something you'd see on Hoarders. Piles of papers. Empty coffee mugs and water cups and energy drinks. An old banana, from that time when you told yourself you were going to eat healthy...but then didn't. Pens and pencils everywhere, rolling around like utensil orphans amidst the chaos of books and candy wrappers and hair ties and bras (because bras obstruct good writing) and your cell phone. Wait a minute... *looks around frantically* "Where is my cell phone....?" *starts shoving papers and Starbucks cups aside* "Blast! I know it's here somewhere. Someone call my phone! I can't find--oh! There's my chapstick. I've been looking for that...."
6. Your hands are permanently frozen in that gnarled hunchback way that comes from hours of typing without taking breaks to stretch or pee. ...Dang it. Now I have to pee.
7. You've screamed at your computer twice this week. And, both times, it made you feel better.
8. You talk to yourself in the shower....in the car...at the post office.... And if anyone hears you muttering about your characters and has the nerve to ask, "Are you talking to yourself?" You really want to point your finger in the air and snap, "Don't interrupt!"
Kids: "Mommy, can we--"
Me: "Shh! Mommy's thinking."
Kids: "But we want to listen to Disney music."
Me: "Disney music? Are you kidding me? I can't draw inspiration from Selena Gomez or Big Time Rush." (turns on Florence + The Machine) "Now, this is music."
Kids: "But we want Justin Bieber--"
Me:" "Shh! Mommy's thinking."
11. Your family doesn't remember what you look like. But when they do finally see you, they cringe and say things like, "Uh...are you okay? You look a little...tired." Tired is code for hell. You look like hell. But it's okay, because your characters are doing awesome--and at least one of them is a brooding bad boy with a big heart that he hides from the world by acting all cold and selfish, but really he's this devastating hero who looks deep into people's eyes and finds convenient reasons to take his shirt off.
There you have it. Eleven tell-tale signs that you're writing a novel. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find my cell phone. *dives back into desk mess*