Why is it when you start sorting through all your belongings you don't realise just how much crap you've collected over the years? I swear to the be-all-and-end-all that it multiplies over night while I'm not looking.
Why is it when you start renovating you don't realise how hard it is to work with family? They should by now realise that I'm always right and they never will be (LOL). Mind you they think they are always right as well... but in the end at least the job is getting done.
Why is it when you try to finish a story you have been working on forever you get slammed by writers block? Fricken sneaks up on you when you least expect it and won't leave until it's good and ready.
Why is it when you have a deadline so many new story idea's jump into your mind? Forcing you to write down notes just so your head won't explode... No wonder I suffer with migraines.
Why is it when you're looking for something you know you own you can never find it? Only to turn up as soon as you have gone out and re-bought whatever it was. Seriously this alone drives me nuts.
Why is it that when you are writing a story you always feel the incessant need to re read and go back and change parts of it? I swear this is a game and my characters are playing: Let's see who can send N.J. insane the fastest?
Why is it that I keep buying books when I still have so many in my TBR pile? This one drives my family nuts because I keep re reading my favourites and forgetting the new stuff.