Yesterday I minded the small people all day so the husband could catch up on his workload, technically a day off after turning in Wild Wild West. (Normally we split child time and work time, since we both work from home.)

But then I thought, I should really see how far along I am on sample chapters for the proposal for SMP book #2. And talk through the storyline to make sure I’m ready to write the synopsis. (The husband thought it sounded like a great book; good to have somebody to talk a plot through to.) Then do the math on chapter length and total ms. length and figure out what needs to be in the first two chapters.

The end result is that after my “day off”, I have the synopsis done and I’m about halfway through the sample chapters. :mrgreen: (I got all productive during nap time and after kids went to bed.)

After I finish that proposal, I have two stories to turn into Samhain. Maybe I should take another day off and see how far I get on those goals!

All joking aside, I find that days off hurt me. I lose momentum. I lose focus. I try to avoid them for that reason. Not that I’m a workaholic, but I took several days off a couple of months ago and it took me most of a month to recover from that and get fully back up to speed, something I really can’t afford to repeat right now. The husband and I both seem to be alike in that time off has impact far beyond the days planned, and so we try to balance our work days so that instead of days off, we work some every day, with time to do other things, too.

I honestly think it’s a more natural work/life style than working 9-5 with weekends off. Work a few hours, play a few hours. Every day. It works for us, anyway.