Lies My Bathrobe Tells Me

This week I enjoyed one of the biggest benefits, and pitfalls, of being a work-from-home writer—the bathrobe.

The week started with a full load of projects for me. One magazine page layout, a poem, a short story and a newspaper article were all due by Friday. No problem… I had hours of work time scheduled. The week began with a snowfall.

“How cozy,” said my bathrobe. “Since no one will see you working in your living room, you can skip getting dressed and just hang out with me.”

I buzzed through the first items on my list. I made a celebratory pot of coffee and took a break sitting in front of the window to watch the snow. With my phone as entertainment, I soon drained away the pot and the afternoon. When I noticed the sky darken I realized I’d spent an entire day lounging in my bathrobe.

“No big deal,” said my bathrobe. “You still have three, full work days scheduled and have already gotten so much done. You can afford to relax for a few hours.” Bathrobe was right.

The next morning I got up early, downed my coffee and sat down to work. I again skipped getting dressed and stayed in my bathrobe. At the computer, I opened my project for the day and started… listening to my bathrobe.

“Just leave your work tab open on your desktop and you can go back to it anytime. Let’s surf videos of funny dogs instead.” I titled the short story page and popped over to Youtube to watch dogs. Bathrobe knows best, right?

Before I knew it, evening had fallen again. Me and my bathrobe had rediscovered old bands, caught up on music gossip and learned about the hundreds of cat mummies just found in Egypt. My story tab sat untouched, title only.

“Don’t worry about it,” said my bathrobe. “You still have two entire days and you’re a fast worker. You needed this break after all the moving.” I agreed, but I couldn’t help thinking I also needed to get all those assignments done.

The next morning I woke up determined to get back on track. I wrote out my essential task list for the day over coffee, balanced my checkbook and set in. I left my bathrobe hanging on a hook behind the bathroom door. I got a few projects done and went for a cup of coffee and a break. I heard my bathrobe call me from the next room.

“Hey, are you feeling chilly out there? I’m just hanging here by myself, all warm and fleecy. Let me know if you need my help.” I fetched my bathrobe and snuggled in. I was back in work mode anyway. Nothing was going to distract me.

Cup of coffee down, I sat back at my computer and dug in to the unfinished story. Half way through I wondered at the proper usage for some word and I tabbed out. My bathrobe started muttering to itself.

“Working all the time will just make you sick. What’s the point of work anyway? To create quality of life. If you’ve got that, why work so hard?” My bathrobe is made of fuzzy, grey fleece with a hood that cradles my neck like a thick scarf. It wrapped snug against the back of my head like a pillow and started singing soft lullabys.

“You should go sit in the big leather armchair, pop the footrest out and watch the sun melt away the snow…. just for a few minutes. You’re just about caught up.” I conceded and my bathrobe and I spent much of the third afternoon watching deer pick their way through the falling leaves. I composed poetry on my phone. Suddenly, it was night.

“What the Hell, Bathrobe? You tricked me!” Now I was behind again. My bathrobe didn’t say a word, just nestled me in the ample folds and I forgot why I was mad.

“Go to bed early and make a fresh start in the morning,” said my bathrobe. “I promise not to distract you.”

The final morning of my work week, we broke up. I folded my bathrobe and tucked it in a drawer so I didn’t have to see it waiting to envelop me. All morning I heard muffled murmurs from the bedroom as it tried to entice me back, but I wasn’t having any of it. I’m done with listening to the lies my bathrobe tells me.

…and I got all my work done.

About Angela Yuriko Smith

Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, publisher and author. Her first collection of poetry, In Favor of Pain, was nominated for an 2017 Elgin Award. Her latest novella, Bitter Suites, is a 2018 Bram Stoker Awards® Finalist. Currently, she publishes Space and Time magazine, a 53 year old publication dedicated to fantasy, horror and science fiction. For more information visit or
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5 Responses to Lies My Bathrobe Tells Me

  1. Marge Simon says:

    Love this!

  2. Corina zalace says:

    Hi Angela,

    This is Corina. Sounds like you’re keeping busy writing stories and poetry. I have written several poems recently and entered a contest writing a short story for the Polio Network Newsletter about Jonathan my van. I won third runner up in the contest and it will be published in the next quarterly newsletter. I was very excited to hear about that. I also won second place in a self portrait art contest this past week. So I have been doing well, but not physically. Last year I broke my neck badly and after a halo for several months and then a neck collar, surgery in February and two very painful nerve block shots for continued damaged nerve pain I continue to hurt a lot. But I keep going as best I can by dissociating the pain from my mind, putting it in a box. That’s the best way to describe how I handle all the pain. When it gets really bad I go to bed. I love life and keep busy selling my books, art and other things I’ve made at the local farmers market on Saturday mornings. Also I plan to start writing my fifth book. Never a boring moment.

    How have you been? Hope to hear from you soon.

    Corina Zalace

    • Corina, so good to hear from you! Congratulations on all your successes. Sounds like you’ve kept busy and productive as well. I’m sorry to hear about your neck but so glad to hear you are on the mend. I plan to be back in Niceville in January for a book signing and catching up with friends. We should catch up then… :)

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