RCMP officers wait on the road ahead, a routine traffic stop*. I slow down, stop, and an RCMP officer looks inside my window, checking my seatbelt and my inspection sticker. “What are you up to this weekend?”
Editing my novel, officer. But I try to be clever. Uniforms make me nervous. “Oh, just killing my darlings.”
The officer flicks their flashlight to the kids sleeping in their car seats. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step out of your vehicle.”
“What? No, it’s okay! I’m a writer. You know, that old William Faulkner quote. He said ‘to be a writer, you must kill all your darlings.’ Ha ha?”
“You have the right to remain silent, ma’am. Anything you say… ”
Jennifer Shelby 
As a writer, I sometimes worry about what the N.S.A. might see in my browser history.
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I try to break those searches up with obvious stuff like “how to write a murder” to throw them off the scent. Although once I googled how to make an incendiary device and my phone buzzed for a few months.
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