Some things don’t change

We got home from our hols on Friday night and the garden had gone wild, so on Saturday and Sunday I worked hard at taming it.

When I woke up yesterday after nine hours sleep I was still so exhausted that I stayed in bed all morning. (It was raining, anyway – which may not matter to you, but it does to me.) And I wrote. I nailed episode 3.  It now has an exciting new plot point and it also has a stonking cliffhanger at the end. Whoop, whoop! I LOVE screenwriting.

This morning I was stuck for something to blog about so I looked at some of my earlier posts from way way back, and found one from 6 years ago, almost to the day, that went like this….
I recently met a farmer's wife at a party, and she was asking about my writing schedule, and I was telling her that I sometimes sit in bed all morning, writing on my laptop, and that if someone calls at noon, say, and I answer the door in my pyjamas, I feel as if I ought to tell them - ‘I've been up since half past six - working, and I am still working.’
She looked shocked at this and said ‘You don't look like someone who spends all day in bed.’
And I felt that she really hadn't got the idea that writing is work - and that where you do it doesn't matter....writing on a laptop is WORK.