“You need to get out more. Do something.”
Hard to say how many times I’ve heard this, but I have. A lot. Sometimes, it amuses me, but at other times, it kind of annoys me. Yeah, sometimes getting out and about is just what I need, but it seems to really surprise people when they learn I actually LIKE working at home by myself.
I think some people have this idea that we lounge around miserably bored and lonely most of the day then slam out thousands of words in a few minutes. Um no. Now, I have spent the better part of a day goofing off and then being surprised by a stint of great writing. I’ll admit it. In fact, I’d trade all the chocolate in the world for a steady stream of days like those. But more often than not, I’m sitting in a chair for hours, going over words and research until my gaze is blurry and every joint has petrified. I’ll send off that piece to my eagle-eyed CP, and get it back only to realize I missed all these annoying grammar things because I focus so heavily on story. So then, I’m going back over everything again.
I love it though. I do.
The other part of that “you need to get out more” has to do with people not understanding that I’m not lonely at home–that I actually enjoy working at home. I loved Dame Lili’s last post on being an introvert because I completely identified with it. I like going into my office and settling in where I can play music or just let the silence wash over me so I can focus. And I’ve been extra hermit-y lately because I have a lot of projects in the works and some big decisions to make on them. I still want writing as a career. That only comes with self-discipline and hard work. And OMG, stubbornness!
So, in an effort to get me out, one of the invitations I get a lot is to join a gym. At first, I thought I was being insulted. I mean, I’m in okay shape. I work out. But no, people actually think the gym is fun. (And good for you if you do!) I have a sister who would live in one if she could. But honestly, I loathe the place. Seriously, I get sweaty and grouchy when I work out and I much prefer my elliptical, a set of earphones and the ability to bitch out loud at imaginary scientists who haven’t discovered a way to stay in shape without exercise.
The best thing about working out at home? Netflix. I can set up my big monitor and catch up on shows. I can ogle hot Doctor Keeton in Off the Map.
Or marvel over the genius that is Sherlock.
And really, who needs a gym when you can plug in Hart of Dixie and watch these guys?
Sigh. You know, I had a point. What was it again? Oh yeah, something about being happy working at home and watching hot actors for inspiration. I’m writing a lot of romance lately, so maybe that was my point…