You know you’re a writer when

Bust Writer's Block

Writers are, by nature, a unique breed of people. Some even call us quirky. In the four years I’ve been writing for this blog, I’ve tried to encourage others (like you) to be the writer you want to be. Find your voice. Write that story or start that project you’ve always wanted to start.

One topic I haven’t covered yet is how you can tell if you’re a writer.

Yes, there are a ton of (semi-joking) blog posts and articles. And yes, there are countless jokes to make.

But there are few fairly solid truths that every writer I’ve met or worked with has shared.

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Birthdays: 4. Lessons: Lots.

Rubber Ducky Copywriter turns 3

Rubber Ducky Copywriter is now four years old.

It’s a little mind blowing for two reasons. One that I’ve kept up with it for four years, and two that you kind, wonderful people visit.

That second reason is the most important.

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Creativity gone zombie?

CreativityGoneZombie

(Photo credit: AMC, The Walking Dead, Pilot)

Ever feel like your creative cup has run dry? Like the Sahara Desert, only without the beauty and mystery?

We’ve all been there.

For the past few weeks, I’ve had zero energy, inspiration or give-a-cares to devote to any creative pursuits outside of the fourteen marketing campaigns that are on my To Do List at any given moment. (I’m a copywriter; it’s my job.)

Until recently, I’ve felt pretty crappy about how uninspired I’ve been.

I mean, shouldn’t real writers be writing? Don’t we put a ton of pressure on ourselves to follow our creative passion at all times? I do. I also have a serious case of Imposter Syndrome, so when I’m not writing, I’m even more terrified of being discovered as a total fake.

Worse, if I’m not working on my creative or personal writing, does that mean I’ve turned into one of those ‘writers’ who call themselves writers but don’t actually write and instead just walk around wearing puffy shirts and correcting people’s grammar and wax mysterious when asked about their latest work? (That stereotype came from somewhere and whoever did it, sucks.)

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My brain has a big mouth

WanderingBrain

Even during the most riveting conversations of my life, my attention span is limited. My brain wanders. Often it surprises me with random internal blurbs that even I didn’t see coming—especially at work.

Random brain blurbs that are sometimes hard to keep inside my head during presentations at work

Do zombies poop?

Is there a limit to how long fingernails can grow?

Holy crap, is that a typo!! Just dust? Okay.

Somewhere, someone is named An Igma.

What’ll happen to all the ghosts when the world ends?

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Book Purge 2016

Book Purge 2016

I knew I have a lot of books. Hard not to notice when I have five full bookcases, plus three knee-high stacks that live on the floor and a short stack on my nightstand.

And the miscellaneous collections tucked in my nightstand, my workbag, my purse and in the back of my car.

Still, I hadn’t realized how much they’d taken over until I walked into 7’x7’ space I call my home office. Most, I don’t even remember buying. No idea where they came from or how long I’ve had them.

I also realized that I hadn’t been in my office in quite some time because it was overcrowded with my books; no room for me to be comfortable.

So, I decided to purge.

Brutally.

I began by searching “how to purge books” online because clearly I had no idea how to get it done or I wouldn’t be surrounded in the first place.

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