I’m sitting here writing up one blog, networking a couple of social sites, interacting with MIU’s readers, and the forever checking of emails when it hits me (again)…creativity isn’t my free fun time, it’s my job. My career. My Profession. This is what I do as much as it is who I am.
Each and every aspect of my online life is tied to my profession. Some parts mix with family and friend fun. Truthfully, even my professional online life is filled with fun. More fun than any office job I had in the past.
My writer’s cave is located in our master bedroom. Right now, from the corner of my eye, I see the mess of the unmade bed and I’m feeling guilty. I know the dust bunnies are populating, again, and I feel guilty. The vacuum is hungry and I feel guilty. Let’s not even talk to the screaming laundry.
Here and now is where I give thanks to hubby for bringing in the pay cheque which pays the bills. Here is where I thank the family for listening to my closed door and tapping fingers. None are quite used to my talking to myself, though.
They know the bed will get made…at some point. They know the dust bunnies will get hunted…at some point. The vacuum will get fed the dust bunnies…at some point. However, the laundry has yet to walk itself to the machines.
Hey, they live with a writer.
If you truly want to annoy a writer…and I’m sure anyone else whose work cave is somewhere under their sleeping roof…just ask them “What. Are you still playing on the computer?” or “You’ve been home all day, what did you do with yourself?” or another favourite “Boy, sure must be great being at home all day eating bonbons and watching TV.” If you want to see them hit the roof, just ask about the bed, dust bunnies, vacuum, and laundry.
There are advantages to having creativity as one’s profession. We know how to hide the bodies and get away with it.
Oh my goodness, but you wrote my thoughts exactly! Nobody believes it is work time, not play time…Thank you!
More than welcome and glad to hear I'm not alone.