Writing, waiting and too many cups of tea

Today I've been very disciplined (if I may say so myself). I decided that I was going to conduct myself like a proper freelancer (albeit an unpaid one) and work from home: proper office hours, 9am-6pm. So technically, I'm still working. As far as I'm concerned blogging, however self-indulgent, is still writing and writing = work.

Okay, so my professional journalist image is ever-so-slightly compromised by the fact that it's almost 5 o'clock and I've thus far done an entire day's work in my pyjamas with season three of Angel on in the background. But hey, I've been productive. Although, I'm slowly realising that a massive part of being a journalist is waiting. Waiting for people to call back, waiting for people to return e-mails...

Having finally got over my fear of calling people (thanks to my brilliant telephone gadget showing me that actually, I do sound okay on the phone), I'm slowly developing a dread of waiting. I'm not the most patient person in the world, so that's another skill I have to work on. Although, I'm managing to channel my tension in productive ways: hence the blogging here and at Le Petit Bookworm (check it out!)

Copious amounts of tea help the productiveness too. I do wonder sometimes whether the amount of tea I drink on a daily basis is healthy. When I don't have a cup of tea in my hand, I feel almost like I can't concentrate, I guess my humungous mug acts like a security blanket. I can quite happily drink anywhere in between 10 and 15 cups a day, sometimes more (although a lot of the time I get so absorbed in work they just go cold). Herbal tea is probably more healthy, but nothing beats a good strong cup of English tea builder stylee - strong, but milky.

Ahhh... I think it's time for another cuppa. And another episode of Angel.