You shouldn’t be wearing PJs when you write. 

I know. You have decided based off that sentence that I am wrong and probably one of those people who asks for Caesar salads without the dressing. (What can I say? I really like plain lettuce.)

After all, isn’t writing in pajamas the ultimate freelancing dream? I too, when given the prompt “What do you want to be when you grow up and why?” as a fourth-grader with braces and an obsession with horse dresses scribbled in my illegible handwriting that I would like to be a writer, because I could stay home in my pajamas all day.

But writing in the same clothes you woke up with isn’t nearly as dreamy as you’d think. Let’s start with that word- “Dreamy.” Because that’s what you do in your pajamas. You dream, sleep, and snore. You associate these garments of clothing with the epitome…