Saturday, 5 October 2013

The laziest hard worker I know

For a lazy person, I work really hard.

Perhaps I should rephrase that. For a hard working person, I'm actually really lazy.

And I do work hard. On top of my 9-5 job and sundry family obligations, I keep a cracking schedule as far as my writing goes. I set myself goals and focus myself on achieving them. At the moment I have 4 different WIPs:
  1. The next Neville Lansdowne story - tentatively titled Scrawling - which I'm hoping to release before the end of the year.
  2. My picture book Thomas and the Tiger Turtle which should be out in May 2014.
  3. My detective story (no planned title as yet). I'm aiming for late 2014 for this one, having just finished a second draft.
  4. My YA story (again no title). I finished draft #1 last year so this one is still a long way off. Maybe 2015 but maybe even later. We'll see.
In addition to these, there are always a heap of ideas bubbling in my head. Plus, of course, all my blogging and twittering and other socially network stuff. I'm actually pretty proud of what I'm managing to achieve at the moment. Especially given one big proviso - I'm very, very lazy.
I love to sleep in. I tell you, every day is a battle to get out of bed, and not just on weekdays. Even on weekends, after quite a good sleep in, I'd happily remain under the covers.
Once I'm up, it takes me ages to get going. I'll sit around and do nothing much. In fact, a number of people I know have commented on my capacity to sit around and do nothing much. It's a talent I'm quite proud of.
I guess that's the thing with all of us. We're all a bundle of contradictions. I can be both lazy and hard working at the same time. It's all part of the wonderfulness of being me.
Anyway, better go now. I have a whole week of working hard to do nothing in front of me. 

1 comment:

  1. You’d think by the age of fifty-four I’d’ve got the hang of sleep but nope. I live by the clock. We lunch at noon, eat dinner at five, watch TV at six-thirty and go to bed at eleven and we do that every day. It’s once we get into the bed that things start to fall to pieces. Sometimes I nod off right away, sometimes I can’t sleep and get back up and work or read for a couple of hours, sometimes I fall asleep right away but then wake up an hour and a half later. Mostly I don’t get up until after nine unless I wake up at eight or five. The bottom line is I invariably wake up tired and it takes me most of the morning to pull myself together. I have no idea how I ever managed to hold down a day job. Usually I’ve got my act together by about one in the afternoon and I manage to work until half-four when it’s time to get Carrie up (she naps between half-one and half-four). On a good day I manage another hour’s work after dinner. On a really good day I wake up bright-eyes and bushy-tailed and work all day long but they’re few and far between and I usually pay for them the day after. I can afford to be lazy but I’m not a lazy person and I hate being idle but if my body won’t play ball then there’s nothing I can do. I keep waiting for that time in my life when I can get by on two or three hours a night.

    I never used to be like this. When I worked I was up before six in the morning and in the office by seven, I’d work through to half-four, go home, have dinner and then go into my home office for another couple of hours at night. Weekends didn’t exist hardly and I regularly went in on Sundays. It’s no wonder I burned out. Now I’m better but I’m not the man I used to be and that annoys the hell out of me because I liked being that person and resented my body imposing any kind of restrictions on me. Which is probably why it’s given me such a hard time since I effectively retired. “No, no, Jim. We’re not going that route again. You behave. And if you’re good we’ll give you a clear head for a couple of hours this afternoon.” Only maybe not this afternoon because I can hardly keep my eyes open and am seriously thinking of having a nap with my wife.