My Ass Hurts. Sad Lament Of A Writer
Posted on | June 29, 2010 | 2 Comments
A day in the life of a writer:
Get up, grab Starbucks, go for a walk. Next, sit down for three hours and tap out a few proposals and blog posts for clients.
Eat lunch. Go for another 20-minute walk. Come back and develop a website content site map. Then update some content. It’s end of month, so time to do the bookkeeping.
One more blog post to go.
I’ve been sitting down too much. My ass hurts.
I should go for a walk. Why the hell am I sitting here writing this blog post? No one’s paying me to write on my own blog.
It’s a compulsion.
I shouldn’t complain. I mean, let’s face it: I’ve got a great gig where the odds of getting the black lung are pretty low.
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June 29th, 2010 @ 5:53 pm
Blacklung would be a long, painful slow way to go. Writers, on the other hand, have to contend with the risk of DVT from sitting around all day, not to mention the risk of ischaemic attacks from assembling letters and words into clever and meaningful patterns!
And if you like to follow tradition, tobacco & whisky might just be a part of the recipe… !!!
June 30th, 2010 @ 10:25 am
Well, I haven’t actually taken up the tradition of smoking and of late, I’ve cut back on my whiskey.
But DVT’s a definite worry. I have to take long walks at least two or three times a day just to get my circulation going.