Lately, while hibernating from writing, I've been thinking about the reasons we write (and the reasons we don't).
Lying in bed this morning, contemplating a day-job-free day, I started thinking about what attracted me to writing as a job of work. Certainly something about balance, which I've blogged about before. There's something there about creativity, too, which I'll blog about before long, and something about feeling connected, which is an odd reason for such a solitary profession, but which makes sense to me personally.
But this morning, writing from a netbook propped on my knees, which a cat either side of me, and one UNDER my knees (under the duvet!) I started thinking about pyjamas.
Lovely things, pyjamas.
Soft, squidgy, supremely touchable and huggable. Relaxed. COMFORTABLE.
I have long found it odd how much we'll put up with dramatically uncomfortable outfits in pursuit of style and glamour. I like pretty as much as the next gal, but at the end of the day I'm focussing on two things: getting OUT of the bra, and getting IN to the slippers.
I would quite like a job where the closest thing you get to 'office-wear' is a set of py-jams. Balanced, of course, by the occasional need to get glammed up for an RNA party.
That sounds like perfection to me, right?
So, okay, so far in Reasons to Write we have "Balance" and "Pyjamas".
This blog series is looking good to me....
What's your favourite 'work-wear'?