Bar the occasional self loathing of working for one of Fleet Street's more dubious organs, there are some advantages to the day job. I can connect with people who might be able to give me work. In the last couple of weeks I've met the Commissioning Editors for print and online travel sections and also someone in the book reviewing section who might be able to help me out if I ever pull my finger out and get a 2nd draft of the book together. There are other advantages too. I can walk to work, the day rate is pretty good and the hours are 10-6. So, plenty of time to write around the day job, you might think. But here's the thing - I've discovered that I have no self discipline.
Post waking up and ablutions, there's at least an hour there in the morning to write but I can easily eat that up by taking more time over breakfast (see what I did there?) and/or making sandwiches for lunch. Then there's the sports news (8.35am) and the weather (8.45am) that it seems absolutely crucial to watch. It's also important to keep a clean inbox right? That way you're more organised. No problem: I can easily piss thirty minutes up the wall deleting spam and writing replies I meant to send a week ago. Not to mention Twitter and Facebook. It's obviously of vital importance to keep up with social media.
But even if I've somehow wasted the morning, I'm usually home around 7pm so there's some spare hours to get creative. That is, if I didn't have to feed myself - can't be imaginative on an empty stomach can ya? Post cooking, eating and washing up, there's the food coma to contend with, so while I'm digesting I might hit the remote. You would not believe how many great things there are to watch on TV. Sometimes there's a film on that I've only seen maybe six or seven times but it's a classic right? I couldn't not watch it really. I can do some writing after. But then there's 'Family Guy'. Oh, go on then, I won't watch both episodes, just one and then, then, God you know what, I'm real sleepy all of a sudden. I might have to hit the hay. I'll do some writing in the morning...
Before you know it I'm back at my desk at the Mail cursing myself for not getting some writing done. But there's always tomorrow, right?