I’ve never had much of a poker face. If I’m happy you’ll see it. If I’m mad you’ll know it—and most likely hear it. My emotions are always on the surface for everyone to see. While I don’t think this trait of mine is necessarily a bad thing, my inability to hide my emotions probably means some career paths should be avoided.

I doubt a psychiatrist who offers up angry outburst or crying spells right along with their client would be very effective. And I’m sure court cases come with lots of frustrations. Now imagine my emotional-self as the lawyer fighting your case. Yeah…it’s okay, I’d probably fire me too.

This isn’t the reason I chose to be a writer, but it’s definitely a perk. When I’m blubbering in the middle of a painful scene, or stomping mad at the injustice I created, nobody has to suffer my weirdo tendencies but the four walls I’m holed up inside. Oh, and my family, but they’re kind of stuck with me.