Having dinner with novelist friends is not like having dinner with normal people.
After a while, conversation turns to things like how a large enough dose of potassium can mimic a heart attack . . .
how being forced by his father to spend a night killing and plucking chickens at a poultry processing plant at the age of fourteen was a rite of passage, although he didn’t know it at the time . . .
how overhearing a conversation on a bus provided the hook for her next book.
Someone said, “We’re not nosy—it’s a writer thing.” Someone else said, “We’re not know-it-alls—it’s a writer thing” and “We’re not obsessed with details—it’s a writer thing.”
“It’s a writer thing” is an apt defense for the weird intricacies of the writer’s mind.
Embrace it and be proud of it!