TO LIE IN, OR NOT TO LIE IN—THAT DOES NOT SEEM TO BE THE QUESTION
Another 16 hour workday yesterday—or it would have been 16 hours if I had stopped at midnight. I should have, because I was stupidly tired—but being stupidly tired, with all that such implies, I worked on. At least I had the good sense not to try and do anything complex or to write (I guess here I am repeating myself—the day writing isn’t complex, flying saucers will have landed).
I finally made it to bed around 2.00 am and swore after I got up to to go the bathroom at daybreak, I would go back to bed for another 30 minutes. I love just lying there, half-dozing, listening to the radio.
Did I do anything of the sort? No. I almost never do except at the weekend. I’m dying to get to work. Very strange—because some of the things I have to do right now do not involve writing, but involve matters I used to run a mile from.
But, I harbor the notion that a little character improvement might be in order—and I lost a great deal of time after my April injury.
Is this work madness paying off? In the short term it certainly is because I’m getting stuff done I would never get around to normally—which means I’m more on top of things, can find the information I need faster (as opposed to being unable to find it at all, in many cases)—and thus execute faster.
As I read recently—not that I agree completely—ideas are two a penny. It’s the execution that matters. Well, really great ideas are not that common, but I know what the author meant.
The above beautiful photo, by the way, is by my much loved sister, Lucy. I am lost in admiration over her work.
Not many people know this—since my thrillers are scarcely peaceful—but I have my sensitive side!