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<\/span><\/a><\/p>\nWriters are a Strange Lot<\/span><\/h2>\nby Lori Hatcher<\/span><\/p>\n
\nMy husband puts up with a lot.<\/span><\/p>\nHe\u2019ll be the first to tell you that living with a writer is, shall we say, different. He knows writers are a strange lot. <\/span><\/p>\nWe can be physically present but mentally light years (or centuries) away. <\/span><\/p>\nWhile it may appear that we\u2019re talking to ourselves, if you ask us, we\u2019ll deny it.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cOh no, I\u2019m not talking to myself. It\u2019s the characters in my head who are talking. I\u2019m just moderating the discussion.\u201d Uh, yeah, I think there\u2019s medication for that.<\/span><\/p>\nMy husband knows I\u2019m always collecting material, and no one is exempt. My friends, family, and even my dental patients occasionally show up in one of my devotions or blog posts. Even difficult people (whose names have been changed, of course), can be material for the next inspiration. One of my author friends has a t-shirt that says, Be nice to me or I\u2019ll kill you in my next book.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\nI can\u2019t wear that shirt\u00a0because I\u2019m a non-fiction writer. My t-shirt would say, I\u2019ll tell you how to kill the character in your next book in five easy steps.<\/em> Uh, yeah, I think there\u2019s jail time for that.<\/span><\/p>\nWriters ask for strange gifts for their birthdays and Christmas. Money to go toward the next writers\u2019 conference. Another <\/em>journal. An Amazon gift card so they can buy their writer friends\u2019 latest books. One year I asked my husband for a three-day personal retreat at The Cove in Asheville. \u201cWho would you like to go with?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNo one,\u201d I responded. \u201cThat would spoil all the fun.\u201d Besides, I carry my friends in my head, remember?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\nWriters Are a Strange Lot #AmWriting #Author #ThatsFunny #LexWW <\/a><\/span>Click To Tweet<\/a><\/span>\nI don\u2019t know how many times I\u2019ve been in the middle of a crisis, and in the back of my mind, I\u2019m thinking, oh boy, this is going to make a killer blog post. <\/em>My husband\u2019s used to it. I was sharing something the Lord\u2019s been teaching me during his recent unemployment. \u201cHave you written about it yet?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n\u201cNot yet,\u201d I replied, \u201cbut I will.\u201d And I will. It\u2019s how writers process things. How we make sense of what doesn\u2019t make sense. How we filter life through our fingers.<\/span><\/p>\nAnd then there\u2019s our house. Bookshelves aren\u2019t the most stylish piece of furniture, but there must be a minimum one in every room. When they get full, we add new ones. My husband knows not to ever suggest I get rid of any of my books. The one (and only) time he did, I stared at him, aghast, as if he\u2019d suggested I dump a puppy on the side of the interstate.<\/span><\/p>\nOh, and did I mention the Post-It notes everywhere? And the scraps of paper with weird notes like God is like an editor\u2014He has the final say<\/em> or Research how long it takes a person to die of thirst.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\nMy husband has learned to fall asleep to the sound of my fingers on the keyboard and to stay asleep when I switch on the light at three a.m. because a sudden inspiration has seized me. He keeps a mental Rolodex of my writer friends he\u2019s never met. They have names like Edie from Blue Ridge<\/em> and Cindy from Boot Camp<\/em>. When Betty the Editor or Eddie the Publisher calls, he knows to come get me immediately.<\/span><\/p>\nBut living with a writer has its upside, too. My husband always knows where to find me (chained to my desk). I write a great Christmas letter (unless I\u2019m on deadline, and then it might be a Fourth of July letter). I supply him with a plethora of useless information (please put me on Jeopardy), and I can spell (and define) just about any word he throws at me.<\/span><\/p>\nQuirks and idiosyncrasies notwithstanding, after almost 32 years, I think he\u2019s going to keep me.<\/span><\/p>\nWhat about you? What are some of the quirky things you do as a writer? Leave a comment below and join the conversation.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n
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Lori Hatcher is the editor of Reach Out, Columbia<\/em><\/a> magazine and the author of two devotional books, Hungry for God \u2026 Starving for Time, Five-Minute Devotions for Busy Women<\/em><\/a> and Joy in the Journey \u2013 Encouragement for Homeschooling Moms<\/em>.<\/a> A blogger, writing instructor, and women\u2019s ministry speaker, her goal is to help women connect with God in the craziness of life You\u2019ll find her pondering the marvelous and the mundane on her blog, Hungry for God. . . Starving for Time<\/em> <\/a><\/span>. Connect with her on Facebook<\/a>, Twitter<\/a> (@LoriHatcher2), or Pinterest<\/a> (Hungry for God).<\/span><\/p>\n
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Writers are a Strange Lot by Lori Hatcher My husband puts up with a lot. He\u2019ll be the first to tell you that living with a writer is, shall we say, different. He knows writers are a strange lot. We can be physically present but mentally light years (or centuries) away. While it may appear …<\/p>\n
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My husband puts up with a lot.<\/span><\/p>\n He\u2019ll be the first to tell you that living with a writer is, shall we say, different. He knows writers are a strange lot. <\/span><\/p>\n We can be physically present but mentally light years (or centuries) away. <\/span><\/p>\n While it may appear that we\u2019re talking to ourselves, if you ask us, we\u2019ll deny it.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh no, I\u2019m not talking to myself. It\u2019s the characters in my head who are talking. I\u2019m just moderating the discussion.\u201d Uh, yeah, I think there\u2019s medication for that.<\/span><\/p>\n My husband knows I\u2019m always collecting material, and no one is exempt. My friends, family, and even my dental patients occasionally show up in one of my devotions or blog posts. Even difficult people (whose names have been changed, of course), can be material for the next inspiration. One of my author friends has a t-shirt that says, Be nice to me or I\u2019ll kill you in my next book.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n I can\u2019t wear that shirt\u00a0because I\u2019m a non-fiction writer. My t-shirt would say, I\u2019ll tell you how to kill the character in your next book in five easy steps.<\/em> Uh, yeah, I think there\u2019s jail time for that.<\/span><\/p>\n Writers ask for strange gifts for their birthdays and Christmas. Money to go toward the next writers\u2019 conference. Another <\/em>journal. An Amazon gift card so they can buy their writer friends\u2019 latest books. One year I asked my husband for a three-day personal retreat at The Cove in Asheville. \u201cWho would you like to go with?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNo one,\u201d I responded. \u201cThat would spoil all the fun.\u201d Besides, I carry my friends in my head, remember?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\nWriters Are a Strange Lot #AmWriting #Author #ThatsFunny #LexWW <\/a><\/span>Click To Tweet<\/a><\/span>\n I don\u2019t know how many times I\u2019ve been in the middle of a crisis, and in the back of my mind, I\u2019m thinking, oh boy, this is going to make a killer blog post. <\/em>My husband\u2019s used to it. I was sharing something the Lord\u2019s been teaching me during his recent unemployment. \u201cHave you written about it yet?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNot yet,\u201d I replied, \u201cbut I will.\u201d And I will. It\u2019s how writers process things. How we make sense of what doesn\u2019t make sense. How we filter life through our fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n And then there\u2019s our house. Bookshelves aren\u2019t the most stylish piece of furniture, but there must be a minimum one in every room. When they get full, we add new ones. My husband knows not to ever suggest I get rid of any of my books. The one (and only) time he did, I stared at him, aghast, as if he\u2019d suggested I dump a puppy on the side of the interstate.<\/span><\/p>\n Oh, and did I mention the Post-It notes everywhere? And the scraps of paper with weird notes like God is like an editor\u2014He has the final say<\/em> or Research how long it takes a person to die of thirst.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n My husband has learned to fall asleep to the sound of my fingers on the keyboard and to stay asleep when I switch on the light at three a.m. because a sudden inspiration has seized me. He keeps a mental Rolodex of my writer friends he\u2019s never met. They have names like Edie from Blue Ridge<\/em> and Cindy from Boot Camp<\/em>. When Betty the Editor or Eddie the Publisher calls, he knows to come get me immediately.<\/span><\/p>\n But living with a writer has its upside, too. My husband always knows where to find me (chained to my desk). I write a great Christmas letter (unless I\u2019m on deadline, and then it might be a Fourth of July letter). I supply him with a plethora of useless information (please put me on Jeopardy), and I can spell (and define) just about any word he throws at me.<\/span><\/p>\n Quirks and idiosyncrasies notwithstanding, after almost 32 years, I think he\u2019s going to keep me.<\/span><\/p>\n What about you? What are some of the quirky things you do as a writer? Leave a comment below and join the conversation.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Writers are a Strange Lot by Lori Hatcher My husband puts up with a lot. He\u2019ll be the first to tell you that living with a writer is, shall we say, different. He knows writers are a strange lot. We can be physically present but mentally light years (or centuries) away. While it may appear …<\/p>\n
\nLori Hatcher is the editor of Reach Out, Columbia<\/em><\/a> magazine and the author of two devotional books, Hungry for God \u2026 Starving for Time, Five-Minute Devotions for Busy Women<\/em><\/a> and Joy in the Journey \u2013 Encouragement for Homeschooling Moms<\/em>.<\/a> A blogger, writing instructor, and women\u2019s ministry speaker, her goal is to help women connect with God in the craziness of life You\u2019ll find her pondering the marvelous and the mundane on her blog, Hungry for God. . . Starving for Time<\/em> <\/a><\/span>. Connect with her on Facebook<\/a>, Twitter<\/a> (@LoriHatcher2), or Pinterest<\/a> (Hungry for God).<\/span><\/p>\n
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