I’ve been well, sort of log-jammed with the writing and real life – we now have a roof over the family home again. (We moved an old house onto our little farm – in sections. And in the case of one of those sections, in pieces. Needless to say that’s (in the fashion of these things) merely a reveal of how much more I still have to do. And, equally needless to say, how much more it is going to cost. I am about to try going on a writing blitz, as Barbs will be away for three weeks cat sitting our son’s cat… while I cat and dogsit ours. They’re less hassled by me working irregular hours (into the small hours of the night when I work best) than my wife is, so here’s hoping.
Both projects are things I think I can do. But both projects are still very much in front of me – and quite huge (every book for me is) which makes work avoidance quite… alluring. Just read the news, check facebook, play a game of freecell (the only game allowed on my work computer, for good reason), do a bit of research, more coffee… clean the cat-box (yes, procrastination must be related to Godliness, if cleanliness is next to it, because it causes a lot of cleaning).
The funny thing about it all is that once I start going I enjoy the work. It’s just starting (and when I stick, keeping at it).
Look, I’ve been doing this for a long time now. More than twenty published books worth of effort. Seventy-two rejections before I sold anything. If self-discipline and self-motivation had not been strengths of mine I would not have succeeded in finishing the first one, let alone that.
But down the track I begin to wonder: is the cup of motivation within me not finite, and getting a bit low?
So: let’s talk. What drives you? What do you do to fool the inner procrastinator that now is the time not to clean windows, but to write words? And, because real life has to be lived: how best do you balance that with your writing?
On another tack here is the artwork Baen have commissioned for the Karres book