If you come to my house at two in the afternoon, I will probably still be in my pajamas. I won’t have combed my hair and I probably haven’t been out of the bed very long.
I am not lazy. I do have a job. I am a writer.
Sometimes, I write all night and can still get up and do all the things that normal people do, but that won’t be the day that you come to visit. The day you come visit me, I will have stayed up till dawn, slept two hours, and then managed to make it to the coffee pot before hitting the sofa to do it again.
I know not all writers have this crazy existence, but a lot of us do.
So, don’t judge too harshly. We’re not bums. 🙂