It’s really very important that I know how long it’s been since your last shower.
Ok — it’s not actually important for me to know. But are you aware? Because if you have to think for a minute, chances are your own O Best Beloved (or whoever else you might live with, or work with, or otherwise offend with your presence) thinks it’s been too long.
One of the joys of the writing life is, of course, that you can do it in your bathrobe, or whatever else you like. (And there’s a good question for the comments section — what do you write in? Baggy sweatpants and a T-shirt? Work clothes to make yourself feel more professional? The locking bondage pants your Mistress left you in? Inquiring minds want to know!) But the freedom to be a slob has to come with a bit of responsibility, at least if you plan on interacting with other human beings.
So I don’t really use how often I’ve showered as a metric of how busy my week has been (although it’s not a bad one); rather, I tend to use how long I have to think to figure out when my last shower was as the indicator. That way you get a useful cross-section of your personal hygiene and your processing power all at one go. Very representative, I find.
These are things you discover about yourself when the work is good and you have a lot on your desk each week. When do you know that your work week is getting out of hand? And are those locking bondage pants starting to chafe yet? Leave a comment…