Last week, I surprised myself and got 12k words for the week.
This week, starting on Sunday, I came down with a stomach virus (I'll spare the details) and haven't written a thing. Since I haven't eaten for fear of the results, I'm weak to the point of walking up a flight of stairs wears me out. On top of that, it was a pretty important week at my office, and I absolutely had to be there. The sum of all of this is that I haven't written a thing. Not one word related to fiction writing. Something had to fall off the wagon, and it would either be my sanity and health, or my writing. I hate to say it, but it came up second fiddle this week.
I did catch up on my reading and when I mean catch up, I burned through 4 books.
I don't know if I got sick because I burned out and my body and mind told me to take a break. Or because on my son's last day at daycare, some little brat came and spread his cooties so my whole family has an illness. Either way, I couldn't concentrate enough. Right now, I'm just trying to get back into it (thus the long post).
The point, maybe, is that I think a break is fine every now and then. I will say if I don't write, and I don't feel like revisions, then reading is the next best thing. And read for pleasure, don't critique as you go. Good lord, you're just asking for it then.