When I’ve stood writing at my desk for long enough that my back starts to hurt and I’ve skipped a meal or two.

When my addiction to writing becomes apparent in moments that I am incapable of leaving unwritten.

When I become aware that what I am writing will be read and then start to write what I imagine readers will enjoy.

When I think deep down about my reason for writing in the first place and realize that it comes from my desire to be loved.

When I am editing or working on any part of the writing process other than the original moment of creation.

When people ask me what it is that I do and I tell them that I am a writer.

When I even consider the possibility of writing for money.