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Daily wordcount: 427
Total wordcount: 50,137
Have I mentioned I'm definitely never doing this again? I'm not even sure this should count, but sod it, I think it does and it's my stupid goal book and I can count what I want to!
...until I decided, sod it all, I really didn't care, and decided to vegg out on the sofa watching mindless YouTube videos. There were, indeed, tons of productive, healthy things I could be doing, and tons of things I really needed ot be doing, but I just couldn't muster up the motivation or energy. Maybe if I had some sort of giant goal list, or even a to-do list I had to stick to, but no. I thought of things I should be doing, and justified reasons I wasn't going to. Or did the infamous "I'll do it later" trick, and of course later was always always always later. And later. It was never now, because later can't be now, because now is now. I think if there's ever an actual cure for lack of motivation and excessive procrastination, someone would make millions. But there won't be, because it's all individual and I think it's down to both chemical differences and sometimes just plain willpower. There's not doing things because you're genuinely depressed, there's not doing things because you're overwhelmed, and there's not doing things because you're flat-out lazy. I'd say I tend to fall slightly into two, and heavily into three, and I get derailed very easily if I'm on any sort of a roll.
And that's why stories stay unwritten, mysteries stay unsolved, crafts stay undone, and the carpet stays unvacuumed. But every so often, I manage to drag myself through a task and somehow (sometimes, yes, with a little bit of bending the rules) finish it, and that's a lovely feeling. I read a book recently that said one of the only things that really makes us happy is finishing things. And I don't think they meant big things, but making a nice dinner or taking the dog for a walk. Doing things. The weight of the undone things hanging over our heads, the lack of that feeling of accomplishment, those things bring us down. So sometime, if you're really in a slump, accomplish something tiny. And then something small. And then work your way up and up and up until you've done a few big things.
Still easier said than done, I know, but despite really not wanting to do it, and despite the fact that it's really not a story and doesn't make any sense anymore, I'm going to say that I wrote fifty thousand words in the month of November and call this task done, because I have so many other things I really need to be working on right now!
Total wordcount: 50,137
Have I mentioned I'm definitely never doing this again? I'm not even sure this should count, but sod it, I think it does and it's my stupid goal book and I can count what I want to!
...until I decided, sod it all, I really didn't care, and decided to vegg out on the sofa watching mindless YouTube videos. There were, indeed, tons of productive, healthy things I could be doing, and tons of things I really needed ot be doing, but I just couldn't muster up the motivation or energy. Maybe if I had some sort of giant goal list, or even a to-do list I had to stick to, but no. I thought of things I should be doing, and justified reasons I wasn't going to. Or did the infamous "I'll do it later" trick, and of course later was always always always later. And later. It was never now, because later can't be now, because now is now. I think if there's ever an actual cure for lack of motivation and excessive procrastination, someone would make millions. But there won't be, because it's all individual and I think it's down to both chemical differences and sometimes just plain willpower. There's not doing things because you're genuinely depressed, there's not doing things because you're overwhelmed, and there's not doing things because you're flat-out lazy. I'd say I tend to fall slightly into two, and heavily into three, and I get derailed very easily if I'm on any sort of a roll.
And that's why stories stay unwritten, mysteries stay unsolved, crafts stay undone, and the carpet stays unvacuumed. But every so often, I manage to drag myself through a task and somehow (sometimes, yes, with a little bit of bending the rules) finish it, and that's a lovely feeling. I read a book recently that said one of the only things that really makes us happy is finishing things. And I don't think they meant big things, but making a nice dinner or taking the dog for a walk. Doing things. The weight of the undone things hanging over our heads, the lack of that feeling of accomplishment, those things bring us down. So sometime, if you're really in a slump, accomplish something tiny. And then something small. And then work your way up and up and up until you've done a few big things.
Still easier said than done, I know, but despite really not wanting to do it, and despite the fact that it's really not a story and doesn't make any sense anymore, I'm going to say that I wrote fifty thousand words in the month of November and call this task done, because I have so many other things I really need to be working on right now!
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