The new year is two days old, I’m actively avoiding looking at the Steam sale (no more new games for you!) and I haven’t written anything. I’m using this blog post to write at least something.
With the year still so young it’s not really such a horrible thing to not be in full writer mode already but I kind of had different plans. I’m not one to make new years resolutions, I make resolutions all the time and … yeah. Let’s just say that most resolutions die a quiet death. And then I feel guilty for not meeting my goals.
I read somewhere today (curse my scatterbrain for I can’t find the post anymore) that guilt is actually a bad motivator. Guilt seems to be leaning closer to giving up then getting up, if you know what I mean.
If you, for instance, set your goal as working out daily and you miss one day because you felt bad or didn’t have time, you’ll feel guilty. I guess some people would feel motivated to work out even more the next day, I personally fall into the camp of saying “I already missed one day, might as well miss another until I feel better” which will bring me nicely towards: “I missed so many days, I might as well just stop. I suck at this anyway”
Yes, that’s me. Guilt as a motivator — not working for me.
That’s also one of the reasons why I set the daily writing goal so low at 960 words per day. If I write more — yay! But if I just meet the goal, I can still feel good about it. I may not be the writer who spits out a book in a month but I will write my books!
So I’m not making New Years resolutions but I do have a goal.
My goal is to write and publish my stories and write more.
(That looks suspiciously like a new years resolution but we’ll let that slide, won’t we?)