I am developing Writer's Arse.This unfortunate condition is caused by sitting around all day in my p.j/s writing, instead of having a real job which burns calories. I am busy writing my new blockbuster set on the Gold Coast, with hookers and cocaine, rock-stars and bikies, murder and mayhem. 'The Glitter Strip' promises readers a roller-coaster ride of grotesque violence, hardcore sex and designer costumes....
But while I am writing about hot chicks in high couture, I find I am slipping into a soggy pile of flesh, gorging myself on Tim-Tams and so much caffeine that my eyeballs are doing somersaults (the only part of me getting a workout).
I will start tomorrow. A make-over. I must find a way to write and move. Strangely, I find that when my brain is fully engaged, my body is unmotivated and when I get my body pumping, my brain shuts down and is unable to process more than counting to ten. So I think I'll exercise in the mornings and then switch to more cerebral pursuits in the afternoon. My brain is feistier in the mornings though....and I'm usually ready for a siesta in the afternoon. What a quandary.
Perhaps I could have one day of exercise followed by a day of writing.
Perhaps I should stop writing about exercising and just do it. Just go for a walk.
No. It's raining.
I'm going to have a nap and do neither.
I said I'd start tomorrow and I really will.