When my kids were smaller, I ran Camp Mama every summer. Summers became the time I did not write any first drafts. Their school vacation was my on-the-job-times-two.
DD *just* graduated from HS, and I am adjusting to the fact that I won't "need" to have a summer break. The thing is, as they got older and I did not need to chase after them, I could have written in summer. But my writing-rhythm got used to the revving-up the engine in August, getting going in September, being productive until late May, unwinding in June, and re-charging the batteries in July.
Someone said, “If it works, don’t fix it.”
I think I’ll keep my summer break. At least this one, my last before I move on to the next stage of my life. Get ready for some empty-nester posts.