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Aerico
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I'm more than sure the majority of the folks here have experienced some variety of motivation stunting when it comes to writing and productivity. Upon a bit of lurking with an account I'd forgotten and revisited, I've seen plenty of threads, advice, chatter about the often seeming insurmountable mountain of motivation. I've enjoyed and even gone on to employ a lot of what I've read.
A thing I see less of--and not just at Iwaku, rather the wide trench of the zeitgeist in general--is the significance of self defeating behavior. While I'm more than ready to believe the two issues frequently hold hands, I don't think them mutually exclusive.
I'll bring a familiar scene to mind, being that you're staring at our collective worse enemy: an empty, placid stretch of input prompt. Only glaring, blinding white staring back with little but the occasional blip of the cursor to remind you that you've yet to set your pace.
You begin typing and for a split, blissful moment you find a tempo. Enough to put a few sentences in the space so stark before.
But it's not good enough. Whatever you've laid down is mediocre, if tolerable. It disappears and you're back to the horribly familiar stretch of empty space.
Sometimes I'll do this for something in the ballpark of an hour, maybe longer if I've felt particularly determined and motivated to get something written. Only to strike myself down over and over to no avail.
So here's where I ask for feedback; how do you combat this? How do you punch through self defeatism long enough to produce enough content that could ostensibly combat the self inflicted drag?
A thing I see less of--and not just at Iwaku, rather the wide trench of the zeitgeist in general--is the significance of self defeating behavior. While I'm more than ready to believe the two issues frequently hold hands, I don't think them mutually exclusive.
I'll bring a familiar scene to mind, being that you're staring at our collective worse enemy: an empty, placid stretch of input prompt. Only glaring, blinding white staring back with little but the occasional blip of the cursor to remind you that you've yet to set your pace.
You begin typing and for a split, blissful moment you find a tempo. Enough to put a few sentences in the space so stark before.
But it's not good enough. Whatever you've laid down is mediocre, if tolerable. It disappears and you're back to the horribly familiar stretch of empty space.
Sometimes I'll do this for something in the ballpark of an hour, maybe longer if I've felt particularly determined and motivated to get something written. Only to strike myself down over and over to no avail.
So here's where I ask for feedback; how do you combat this? How do you punch through self defeatism long enough to produce enough content that could ostensibly combat the self inflicted drag?
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