The problem is that the physical process requires you to sit down for a long time. Here's what it does:
-- after a while in the same position, my legs go stiff.
-- makes my eyes hurt (damn you, computer screen. Don't tell me I'm actually supposed to use...what do you call them again? P...ens? Pa...per?)
-- I definitely don't work off the pasta bake I had for dinner (which was in the key of awesome, by the way). In fact I seem to consume my body weight in various bad foods because I get an askew sense of entitlement. Look at the sheer emotional power of the scene I just wrote! Tulips literally wilted and then rose back to life! Must celebrate with pancakes/punnet of grapes/litre of ice cream. French Fancies, be afraid of my face!
Don't get me started on what procrastination does to a writer. I know, I know...I should turn off the internet. But WHAT IF I MISS SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT ON TWITTER OR FACEBOOK WHAT WILL I DO HOW WILL THE WORLD COPE WITHOUT MY WITTY COMMENTS EVERY SEVENTEEN SECONDS IT'STOOTEMPTINGICAN'TSWITCHITOFF AND BREEEEEEATHE!
Does anyone find that after you get into the zone (or wherever your plot and characters hang out. Mine tend to frequent massage parlours and alleys behind supermarkets; they're the special, British brand of dirty), you end up with loads of pent-up energy and have to spring up to dance about like a loon? I'll write for a couple of hours, do the best work I have in weeks and then find myself pounding the pavement because OH DEAR GOD, I NEED TO MOVE. There must be a better way to manage myself (besides industrial strength eye cream for laptop-squinting induced wrinkles. I recommend Skinovation, by the way).
Sometimes I think to myself, "hey, you don't smoke. You rarely drink. Don't beat yourself up." Other times I think, "there must be a more professional way to go about this." One that doesn't involve yoga at 5am and alternate meals consisting of spinach and sunflower seeds. I'm a writer; I self-flagellate enough already, ok?
I'd like to know how other writers take care of themselves: reccommend a desk chair, a good way to organise yourself, or describe how you reward yourself for finishing something big. Anything. I'm evidently in need of the odd salad and a trip to the gym (indeed, when my daughter starts school later this year, I might actually -- gasp! -- join one) but it's currently hard to organise my day when the four horses of the parental guilt apocalypse barely leave room for the writing, let alone the other stuff required to maintain a sane "me."
Aaaaand thank you. I'm here all week!