Spaz

I'm a spaz to begin with. I really am. But I am soooooo much worse when I'm in the middle of writing a book. Holy hell.

When I'm geeking on a book, and I'm really deep into the story, part of my brain is always there. It's hard for non-writers to get this sometimes but I hear snatches of dialogue here and there. Scenes play out in my head. If there's a problem I need to figure out, that problem will stay with me, even haunting me in my dreams, until I figure it out. My eyes have snapped open, out of a dead sleep, and it'll be like, YES! That's it!

I love those moments.

But when I'm really into a story, like I am now, strange things happen. I might stutter a little. This is because part of my mind is working on the book while the other part is in the here and now. I've walked into things, people. I've put shirts on inside out or backwards. Thankfully I've never left for work like that.

Oddly, the Canadian accent comes back. I've been here 10 years and I mostly lost the accent within the first year. When I first got here, I was asked many times if I was from Ireland ("You sound like that actress from Touched by an Angel." I've never watched that show but I know the actress they were referring to), or England.

My mother-in-law at the time was asked who the British girl was answering the phone (they were out at the time).

Where I'm from, a small mining town in Northern Ontario, there are a lot of Irish, Scots and Brits in my end of town. Almost everyone's parents there are from Europe. We even had a little Italy. But my neck of the woods was very Celtic. So it would stand to reason that we would have a lilt. My father was from Northern Ireland. I was raised on the wrong side of the tracks. Literally. There are train tracks going through the town.

Anyway, my point is that I now have virtually no accent. At least that's what I'm told.

Except when I'm writing or really tired. For some bizarre reason, the accent comes back here and there when I'm deep into a story. I have no idea why this should be. Maybe because my guard is down?

Weird.

So I'm spazzing on this story and all my little oddities are coming out. I wonder if it's like this for other writers.

Wow. What a long, rambling blog post. I guess I'm tired. Baby was up at 5:20 and never went back to sleep, so yeah. Guess I'm whipped.

I'm in the process of creating another playlist but it's slow going. I'll post it on the side bar when I'm done.

Off to geek out.