All things random and shiny
It’s January and I’m flailing. Having decided to write that novel, I moved straight from my “I am the arrow that springs from the bow,” phase right on into, “oh my God I don’t know how to do this I’m such a failure,” with no intermediate stages. Awesome.
Writing, however, is a very private thing. Without a proper plan, one could procrastinate for years at it without anyone really knowing. You know, any hypothetical person. Cough, cough.
But in the last year of blogging I’ve learned something about myself and my motivations. Am I a self-motivated person? Why yes, I am. Thank you for asking. Every day my Self motivates me to lay in bed, watch internet porn and eat bags of cheese shreds. I’ve learned that I need an extrinsic motivation for doing things (thanks public school! You and your little happy elf stamps!). And I’ve found that there is no better motivation than public shame.
The very act of announcing, in public, that I am going to do a thing, is enough to trigger off a shame spiral strong enough to make me actually do the thing I said I was going to do. Sweet! But first I need a proper plan. I know I can’t ‘pants’ my way out of this one. It’ll all end in twenty thousand words worth of bitter fail-tears.
So Audience (Litience? Readience?), I’m asking a favour. Wait! It’s easy. It doesn’t involve your ass, or getting off of it. Just this: Many of you are writers, so what plan do/did you use when finally sitting down to write that novel? And of course, keep theoretically existing out there, somewhere, to shame me into working.
And for now, I’m off to the Library to see what books can tell me about starting that novel.