Tomorrow will mark my return to work (snow ploughs permitting) for nearly a month! It has been an odd time being totally out of routine and despite the pain, crutches and limping I have enjoyed taking it easy.
At 6am tomorrow I've got to delve into the depths of my wardrobe not only to find smart(ish) office clothes but also my working head! I think I'm a bit of a Worzel Gummidge and have appropriate heads for certain occasions - my sensible organised efficient head for work and my creative dreamy one for home. Sometimes the two blend together and it definitely clashes believe me!
So how much writing have I achieved while sitting at home ... none! Why is that? I've discovered I am not alone, others have commented that when time has been handed to them on a plate they cannot actually get down to it and yet when we rush around working we manage to sit down and fit in a few thousand words here and there. Do we only work well when under pressure??