Is it normal to be exceedingly busy when it's pleasure?

Let's face it, I'm more active at night (and sleep all day), my family and some workers at Miller Place say I'm lazy and think I'm unclean. But I'm extraordinarily busy typing on my computer, writing with my gold pen, or reading a book. I use philosophies and ideologies to make my work more magical, it just makes work sweet, but I never do paid work (this is in Australia). When I write fictional stories the message is if you're gay and there's an intolerance of it, stop being gay, as in my R18+ romantic drama with three bromosexuals and horror that involves screaming, yet it contains pervasive strong sexuality and drug use, and pervasive strong thematic elements, and some language and a scene of nudity. Despite being aimed at an adult audience it's implicit (after all, I don't want to offend), this is the type of work I was doing, applying my Mu'tazili religion to it (saying "...for Allah sake!"), and some philosophy to it, it's a totally different romance. Themes are treated as just theme, not rape, abortion, racism, crime, sex, drugs, violence or anything like that. That's what makes my story magical. However I'm only concerned with the truth: whether religious I don't believe in the ridiculous, but the rational rather than revelation. I highly doubt Christianity, doubt its perfection and doubt the claim that it's not a religion, this is the issue my work covers. My task is to destroy popular beliefs, in writing or otherwise, and wake you up to real truth, not Sufism. This is my life's work. I worked for pleasure since I was small, I always wanted to do philosophy, but without the stereotypes, the spark itself in my very work, for prescriptively I can see I'm doing a great job, is that normal?