Photo:”Charm” by Stacy Reed
It’s the 13th. Maybe not a Friday 13th (you need a Sunday 1st to have one of those) but a 13th nonetheless. Which brings us to ladders, black cats and odd socks…and what these three items have in common.
Each of them has a superstition attached to them.
According to a post on Nathan Bradford’s blog, we writers are, apparently, a superstitious bunch. I don’t mean the kind of people who won’t walk under a ladder, who freak out at the sight of a black cat, toss salt over their shoulder or avoid the number 13 like the plague. But we do, apparently, have little superstitious quirks about the how and when we write.
I say ‘apparently’ because I can’t seem to think of a single one for me. I’m not saying I don’t have a superstitious quirk, it’s just not as obvious to me as it might be to someone else.
I don’t have a special mug.
I don’t have to drink a particular beverage.
I don’t wear odd socks.
I don’t have lucky shirts, pants, shoes, ribbons, scarves, ties or jewellery.
I can write in bed, on the lounge, at a desk, at the library, on a train, on a tram, in a park and at someone else’s house. (Writing in the car makes me sick though, so I don’t tend to write there. That’s not a superstitious quirk, that’s self-preservation.)
I can write by sunlight and lamplight.
I can write on weekends, weekdays and public holidays. (And this includes Friday the 13th.)
I can write morning, noon and night.
I can write with background noise (not overly loud, but that’s due to distraction, not a quirk) and with silence.
I can type directly into a computer and write longhand.
When I write longhand I use what ever pen is working…not a special one.
I do have one computer I like to keep all my stories on though. Nope, still don’t think that’s a superstition. It’s convenience.
But this is me. What about you?
What superstitious quirk or quirks do you have when it comes to writing? Or are you like me, and don’t have anything you can think of? Do you have any when it comes to reading instead?