My family often acts like I’m wasting away my youth by staying home reading or writing or playing games instead of going out on weekends, but really… Nothing makes me feel more like I’m completely wasting my time than being around other people.
Likewise I can do a million chores in the span of one afternoon, but unless I manage to write at least 500 words I won’t feel like I’ve really been productive. It’s a very simple matter of what I consider useful, or important, or productive, as opposed to what others say it is. If I spend a whole day in bed (as I’ve had in more than one occasion), but in that day I manage to write more into my book then that was a productive day for me. That’s the day when I feel like I worked in something worth my time and effort. I’m more of a workaholic than people will ever realize I think. I don’t feel like my day was worth something unless I write at least a little.