Anyone who talks to me long enough notices I'm a bit on the quirky side.
My husband says it’s because I’m a crazy writer, and I tend to agree with him. When I look at the world around me, I see people and places that take on fantastical attributes. A man walking across the street just isn't a man, he's a troll, on the hunt for the blue fairy. A women speeding down my street is being chased by steam punk elves, because she stole their aether converting mechanism.
Luckily, for me, my family loves and accepts my unique brand of crazy. They even encourage me to write down my silly notions. Although my son will tell you there is far too much kissing in my stories!