I know myself well enough to know that I am a major procrastinator. As a result, I write like mad under the pressure of a quickly approaching deadline.
However, sometimes I need a little bit more motivation. This November I needed a lot of motivation because life didn’t even give me a chance to procrastinate. I was tossed around in a tornado of stress and grief which left little energy for writing my nano novel.
I managed to pull it off, but only because I had been smart enough at the very beginning of the month to buy two new books by two of my favorite authors. I then gave those books to my sister and told her I was not allowed to have them back until I had my word count caught up.
She took the books home with her and guaranteed that I would never see the books again if I didn’t manage my word count. It was sort of a hostage situation. (It would have been easier to get them back from Nick Fury than Sarah. Trust me. Fury at least lacks depth perception.)
I had paid full price at the local book store for those two shiny brand new books. I hadn’t even read the first page on either one. It was awful to think that I might never get to read them. So I got caught up. It took until November 30th, but I did it.
Sometimes you have to give yourself that extra little bit of motivation. It can be a reward or a threat. It can be both. Whatever works to keep the words coming.