I live in a leisure community. It’s a nudist resort where the majority of residents are retired. That means they shouldn’t be going off to a regular job most days, right? But what do they do?
Another guy is building a house in the community. It’s been
under construction for nearly two years and is a really lovely place. He has
two dogs he walks several times a day. And to use a phrase my brother-in-law
was fond of—may he rest in peace—he’s ‘brown as a coconut.’ Why? He spends hours
each day lying by the pool. How does he have time to do that?
The pool is a great place to see the regulars. A massage
therapist lies beside the pool for a few hours nearly every day and comes into
the lodge to play cards each afternoon. She does a massage or two a day and is
reportedly very good at healing techniques. She frequently watches a movie from
the movie library. How does she have time to do that?
I have my moments of retired bliss as well. I go up to the lodge during a reserved time each afternoon to play cards for a couple of hours. Then I rush right back to my chair in the trailer, where I’m composing three books at the moment. I’m also getting one ready to release in a week and another ready to re-release in two weeks. I spent the morning writing some 3000 words on one story. Then tried to track down a reference I needed. That bit of research led to investigating the cross country records for a sample year I could use to pattern my races after. The PDF files are slow to download, so I am still writing while waiting for the references.
After the card game, I continue on my research and writing, re-reading earlier chapters that I’ve written to make sure continuity is consistent. I switch over to a second story I’m working on to get a thousand words written on that. I start working on the layout for my re-release and spend a solid four hours just applying the right style codes to the source material of the 85-chapter book. And in the midst of all that, I managed to fix breakfast and dinner (but not get the dishes washed), make and drink two pots of coffee, and search for photos I can use for cover art on the next book. How could I possibly lie out in the sun doing nothing???
I wonder that the majority of the people I meet here have no
on-going passion that keeps them occupied—unless lying in the sun counts as an
on-going passion, or simply reading book after book is an on-going passion. Not
to mention the number of TV shows I hear them talking about having watched, the
garden they are growing, the dog they are training.
I know I neglect many things that others consider important.
My trailer only gets cleaned monthly (if it’s lucky). My dishes get washed when
I need one to eat off of. My laundry gets done when I have to go to town or a
textile location and haven’t got any clean underwear. It gets put away
eventually.
If I am idle, I’m asleep. I don’t have the patience to simply lie in the sun. A few minutes of enforced inactivity and I can’t wait to get back to the story I’m writing. When I insist on just sitting and watching a movie in the evening, there’s a strong chance that I’ll quit in the middle of it so I can write something I just thought of. People ask me where I get the ideas for my books as if they don’t have a non-stop flow of people yammering in their heads and demanding to have their stories told! That’s normal, right?
I just need to figure out how people have time to do all
this ‘relaxing’ stuff.