I just made tuna fish and couscous
Yummy. I just took a can of tuna and mixed in cream cheese and black pepper. In the same pan, I added whole wheat couscous and cooked a fantastic lunch/dinner thing.
This, of course, is not news worth sharing. But I stopped for lunch/dinner in the middle of editing a white paper. The dilemma: am I on the clock for the client while I take a 20-minute break to cook and eat?
As a freelance copywriter, I’ve decided that hourly work is the way to go. It’s tough to estimate how long a project will take unless you’ve done it for the same client at least a couple of times before. But in hourly work, what’s an acceptable break? A trip to the bathroom? A dash across the street for a coffee? A banana-and-peanut butter tortilla (my favorite afternoon snack)?
I’ve come up with some rules for when to clock out and when to keep charging. If I take a “think around the block” to combat writer’s block on a project, I stay on the clock because I’m usually thinking aloud as I walk (this, of course, makes me look nuts, but I’m not proud). A dash to the bathroom is on the clock, but I punch out for a full-fledged meal, even if it takes a very brief amount of time (I frequently eat standing up, often out of the pan). Generally a quick trip across the street for a coffee is on the clock unless I chat too much with the baristas. If I stop a second to check email, I keep charging, but if I write a blog post, I’m definitely off the clock.
I know that if I was working in someone’s office, I would charge my hourly rate even if I ran to the kitchen and talked a few minutes at the water cooler. But here at home, anything under 7 or so minutes is on the clock.
Monday is Memorial Day. Most of the country, including all of my clients, will be taking the day off. But I plan to work, perhaps finish up some billing, plow through the editing of a website I need to finish, knock out an article on the results of a survey. Maybe I’ll follow up with some leads I’ve left hanging, or try to update my own website with its woefully out of date samples and text.
I’m wearing purple socks today: purple cashmere socks that a San Diego ex-boyfriend I don’t really count gave to me for my birthday a couple of years ago. They’re soft and warm, and the purple is regal and strong.

