You Know You’re a Fiction Writer… (#2)


Welcome to the second instalment of You Know You’re a Fiction Writer…! If you didn’t catch the first one, click here.

You know you’re a fiction writer…

  1. If you enjoy using writing jargon like WIP, MC, Midpoint, character arcs…etc. because it makes you feel smart, especially when people around you don’t know what you’re talking about,
  2. If you regularly look up synonyms on Google,
  3. If you speak words into Google or Siri because you don’t know how to spell them and have issues trusting your document’s spell checker,
  4. If you save a document in a random place because you’re too lazy to put it in the proper folder,
  5. If you can’t find said document later,
  6. If you make notes on any available writing surface or electronic device,
  7. If you don’t look at those notes,
  8. If all you want out of life is a fandom revolving around your stories. created by your readers,
  9. If you love when readers ship your characters,
  10. If you love pretending you’re going to destroy those ships,
  11. If you’re conflicted about writing outside because the outdoors is great for inspiration but there is nowhere to plug in a computer,
  12. If people expect you to write like a master no matter what you’re writing because you say you are a writer,
  13. If you are obsessed with collecting notebooks,
  14. If you don’t use all those notebooks,
  15. If you bemoan all the writing you want/need to do but still procrastinate and avoid it,
  16. If your friends threaten you over hurting/killing their favorite characters in your stories,
  17. If you try to tell your friends inside jokes that originated in online writing communities,
  18. If those friends inevitably don’t get it,
  19. If you continue to share those jokes anyway,
    And finally…
  20. If you think up epic scenes, but can’t write them for months because you aren’t even close to the part in the story where they happen…

you know you’re a writer.

Hey, I managed to post on a Friday! Isn’t that amazing?

What statement do you relate to the most? Feel free to compare your choices with other writers in the comments. 🙂

Have a terrific weekend!

-Gabrielle Pollack (A.K.A. The Great Rising Puzzlement)



My Nine Somethings for September

Hello, friends!

I searched my blog post history and discovered this is my seventh Somethings post! I’ll explain why this is significant later on in this post.

Something Sad

I want you to close your eyes and imagine.

You’re poring over a biology textbook, a bag of trail mix at hand, munching away as you read. Of course, you glance over every so often to pick out an M&M, because honestly, what is trail mix without the M&Ms?

But then imagine, instead of picking out the M&Ms and eating them, you dig around in the mixture, grab the M&Ms, and stick them back in the bag.

I had to avoid the M&Ms in trail mix for a week. Why? I made the choice to go on what healthy, cool people call a “cleanse” *cue high pitched horror music.*

I am not a healthy person. I went from eating yummy, processed, sugary goodness to abstaining from extra sugar, processed foods, gluten, and dairy.Read More »

Cheetos, Kittens, and Paint Cans: Part Seven (The End of A Sam Short Story)

It took me two months. And over 13,000 words.

This is the end, my friends. I finished it.

Behold, the seventh and LAST part of Cheetos, Kittens, and Paint Cans.

I stepped into the gym.

All the benches were stacked against the wall, hibernating in preparation for tomorrow’s game. The two basketball hoops were up and hidden. The court glimmered from a recent clean.

Levi and King were attaching the home side with paint cans, drawing random patterns that covered the  lines. The hiss of their cans must have silenced my entrance, for they didn’t look up when I closed the door behind me.

It would have been wise to take a moment to think of a plan. But, the part of me that believed it was logical said that if I let myself stand there and wonder what to do, I’d never get moving. So, like the smart man I am, I shouted the first thing that came to my mind.Read More »

Cheetos, Kittens, and Paint Cans: Part Six (A Sam Short Story)

It’s back!

If you haven’t read the first fourth of part six, click here. The rest of the series will be listed at the end of this post if you’d like to start from the beginning.

“So…” Matt started. No one volunteered to finish his sentence.

We waited inside the glitterified van, staring through the glass doors into the halls of Westend High School. James’ black Mustang sat in the parking space in front of us.

Rare moments existed when I was right, and even scarcer were the occasions where I hated being right.

This was one of them.

No one spoke. Dramatic thoughts about our eminent encounter with King likely flitted through their heads, along with–

“We have to take the kitten with us,” Jade said. Never mind, then. Jade was thinking about the kitten.

“What is it with you and that cat?” Matt shot back.Read More »

My 13 Somethings For August (And My Relocation)


I think that was the laziest greeting ever. Forgive me.

I am now a collegeling, my friends (*gasp*). So far, I have survived (sure, it has only been three and a half weeks, but who’s counting?). My survival has involved many dangerous activities and efforts like…well, I’ll get into that.

Behold, my Somethings for the month of August!

Something Fun

Bible studies. During my senior year in high school I had the fortune (or misfortune, depending on how much one values one’s sanity) of attending a Bible study group at my youth pastor’s house. This study was also attended by with a bunch of other psychos (*cough* not me, of course *cough* I’m perfectly normal).Read More »

Cheetos, Kittens, and Paint Cans: Part 6 and 1/4th (A Sam Short Story)


Don’t hate me. I promise this will end. Eventually.

After a few glances over his shoulder, Timber pulled back into the flow of traffic. We’d agreed that since we couldn’t find King, I should finally be taken to urgent care.

Well, they’d agreed. I wasn’t so ready for the white rooms of the hospital.

James was still out there with the S.B.U. gang, giving in to all their stupidity, probably vandalizing a bunch of other cars.

I leaned my head back. Something nagged at the back of my mind, but I pushed it aside. No one said anything, partially due to our failure, and partially because Jade had managed to get the kitten to fall asleep and no one wanted to wake the little demon. Would James go to prison for this? How many cars would King strike before they ran out of paint? What if they decided more than one Glitter Boy should exist and painted a person?Read More »