It’s interesting what people say when they find out that you work from home. I’ve had a few people say things to me recently about “all the time” I now have on my hands, now that I’m working from home? I guess they forget the work part of the phrase working at home. I could talk about how, in the past month, I’ve added another 100 or so pages to my novel; have researched and written several freelance articles; maintained 4 separate blogs (!!), which as anyone who does serious blogging knows, requires a not-insignificant amount of research as well as time to follow other, related blogs; and done a tremendous amount of research on that aforementioned novel.
Sure, it’s not quite the same as hanging around an office all day, but seriously, folks, writing a novel is not about lounging around in my jammies, drinking cocktails at noon and penning a few bon mots as the muse strikes me. (Well, okay, maybe the jammies-at-noon part is fairly accurate…) I’m usually at the computer by 7:30 in the morning, and don’t stop to do anything but perhaps heat up some lunch and do an occasional yoga stretch until about 4:45, when I jump in the car (after jumping into some non-jammies clothes) and pick up B. at work. On days when B. is out in the evening, I’m still at work well into the evening.
Working at home really is preferable to working in an office, as I’ve mentioned before. But make no mistake, folks, it’s still work. If I waited for the bloody muse to make his appearance (my muse is inevitably a Terminator-like figure who brooks no excuses and doesn’t give a damn if I have a headache), I would never get anything done. Ever.