Creatives are largely misunderstood. A lot of people outside the industry think we're a bunch of lazy fucktards who waste our lives sitting around all day, watching movies, playing video games, reading comic books, or just staring at the ceiling and daydreaming when we're supposed to be putting our ideas on paper. The thing is, all that jerking around is where the brainjisms come from. That's why we don't think a hundred hours spent grubbing for every secret in Silent Hill is a waste of time. The creative process isn't quantifiable because of the things that happen outside the borders of the paper: imbibing pop culture, observing the human condition, wrecking our lives so we can gain insights, breaking our hearts so we can tell the tale. You can't punch a card when you work even when you're shitting or dreaming. So where does a creative's work start and where does it end? Nowhere and everywhere. Like Ouroboros, that great Wyrm. Hell, we work even when WE think we're not working.
And that is how you rationalize your laziness, mon ami.