We are embarking on a plan today, a plan to be more productive. I felt that I wasn't getting any writing done, except for bloggy bits, so K and I are going to try setting "office hours" (don't laugh) between 1-3 pm. During this time we will shut off the internet, turn off phones, and focus solely on writing. Every day. There are other elements to this plan, scrawled on notebook paper the day before in a fit of midsummer mania. At six pm we must do some sort of physical activity (tennis, walking, biking, etc). Upon waking (after coffee) she will search for jobs and I will read that manuscript.
After a week we will assess its successes or failures and modify if needed. It is an effort to impose structure in that we are both just floating along in this July heat, no jobs in sight, no accountability in sight either.
I feel a bit ridiculously life coach-y in that I was the one who drew up the plan, as if - I sure haven't successfully applied these rules to my own life, how can I apply them to someone else? But as with free time management, once one passes the party funtime phase of it, the depression hits, and that can be insurmountable unless...or untill...one begins to work independently.