So, you know you’re a writer when: your friend gives you a writing lock-in for your birthday and your brother gives you a book titled, The Dictionary of Disagreeable English: A Curmudgeon’s Compendium of Excruciatingly Correct Grammar. However nerdy they may seem, I LOVE those gifts. The lock-in was a delight (even though I was an idiot and left my power chord over an hour away in my apartment so my battery died part way through the day and I ended up writing everything up by hand). With my ADD being how it is I got up every half hour or so and wandered the floor of the building. It…