I feel guilty about breaks…but I’m taking one anyhow.

A short and sweet post for you, dear readers:

I sent in my second section of my manuscript for editing yesterday, and even though I came home with the intention to start on the work that will be do in three weeks I did nothing but hang out with the puppy (pure torture) and watch some t.v. I don’t usually take breaks, but for some reason I just didn’t want to crack open another book yesterday afternoon. The ingenious set up of my program is at the three week mark when I have to send stuff in I’m pretty much done looking at it. Not because I feel it’s been edited enough, but because I’m tired of rereading and tweaking the same stuff. The feedback is super important, and three weeks seems to be about the point where I don’t know where to go next. Viola, I get to send it off to be edited. Pretty nice.

Despite my best efforts today has been no better. I feel guilty any time I take a break from what I’m supposed to be doing, but on the other hand I know that if I try to work when my brain isn’t fully turned on then all I manage to produce is rather craptastic. I have reached the point this afternoon where I feel I might start getting behind if I don’t start working again, and I think I needed that little break to get my work ethic kick started.

I’m not the only one who feels this way, right? I hope not.

Have a lovely Friday, and do something for yourselves this weekend.

 

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