I'm on the Lemsip and Benylin today (not at the same time) as I'm full of cold. You can have all the chocolate brownies, because I won't be able to taste them anyway. Sniff ...
Now someone at work recently said to me, "Ooh if you get published you'll be able to give up work, how brilliant," and for a brief moment I envisaged myself swanning round the house all day every day in silky jim-jams, scoffing cake and staring into the middle distance, eyes narrowed, dreaming up scenes for my next masterpiece.
Then I remembered I do that anyway (only the jim-jams aren't silky) and actually no - I wouldn't like to give up working; probably couldn't afford to anyway. I rather like my job at the library and much as I love writing, and don't in any way see it as a chore, it can be a lonely business.
I do enjoy my own company (somebody has to) but I'm terrible at motivating myself to get on with it. Left to my own devices for months on end I suspect I'd think about writing a lot, but never actually do any.
I also like interatcting with 'real' people and often come home brimming with ideas. Bizarrely, I find that the less time I have to write, the more I do. Make sense? I thought not.
Mind you, I only work part-time. Maybe if I was full-time I'd feel differently.
How about you? Do you long to chuck in the day job?
(Oh, and why is there still no cure for the common cold??)