I plan and imagine. Create and map out. I spend hours with my fingers on the keyboard click-click-clicking away.
But sometimes I like to be a designer from Project Runway (or just a woman with a cheap sewing machine, a Mc Calls pattern, and some clearance fabric from fabric.com).
Sometimes I spend weeks working my way through Pinterest boards of dinner recipes, all natural cleaning solutions, and decorating in my random and usually unsuccessful attempts at being a stay-at-home goddess.
Sometimes I realize that I'm thirty and I still flounder around, collecting new interests and hobbies like other people collect those creepy clown figurines (seriously, guys. Those are creepy.)
And all those other sometimes mean that sometimes I won't even open a Word document for weeks. That used to make me think I wasn't a real writer, or that writing wasn't as important to me as it should be. But then I realized that just because I wasn't sitting in front of a Post It Note flow chart or packing away a good 2K of new words every night it didn't mean I wasn't a writer. The stories I worked on still floated around in my head. In fact it's usually during one of my little writing vacations when I'll suddenly realize I've solved some major snag that had held me up for so long. I didn't write for several months at one point, only to return to whip out an entire first draft in a matter of days. After a lot of frustration and annoyance with myself, I finally realized that I'm a Sometimes Writer. That I sort a lot of things out in my head before I put it on paper--and that's perfectly okay. Everyone has their own process, and the quicker you come to terms with it, the better you can use it to your advantage.