It tends to take over your life. You no longer just experience things, you start imagining how to capture them in the confines of a sentence, a word.
You’re not yourself anymore. You’re her, him, them.
You start doing arb things like dreaming scenes. Remembering a sentence like ‘a golden swimming statue gulping a mouth full of a dust’ in the middle of the night desperately trying to keep it and scibbling it anywhere you find.