I wrote a book, y’all!
I’ve learned that finishing a project is about ten times harder than starting one. This had me reflecting on why so many creative people are bursting with ideas but a much smaller percentage actually finish what they started.
My motivating factor is death.
[I’d like to purchase a skull to keep on my writing table. All skulls are named Poor Yorick, donchaknow.]
Perhaps it’s due to our plush living and comparatively long lives, but people often act like they have all the time in the world. [Sorry. No.]
So when I’m working on a project – whether it’s a screenplay, a theatrical production, new opera repertoire, a photo project, or in this case, my first novel – I remind myself that I’m going to die. In fact, I tell myself I have exactly six months to live and I better damn well finish this project by then because ain’t nobody going to finish it for me in a posthumous manner.
This works for me. You might try it. Then again, it might motivate you to hide under the doona with a bag of potato chips.
[Some very good books have been written while hiding in bed. It’s not an excuse!]