I haven't even touched my book. For the past two weeks I've been focused on trying my hardest to be as lazy as possible, doing as little studying as possible. That's not good, I know, but I'm mentally exhausted. Nevermind, that's a blatant lie. I'm just lazy.
Why shouldn't I be? I've written a book (unpublished, I know), I've got a hellish school schedule: MWF 9-6 with a Tues. and Thurs. no better, and I've got three different organizations depending on me for work to be done. I deserve rest!
No, not really. My book is unpublished, I had the same kind of schedule last quarter, and the three org's aren't asking much. Ugh, it's hard to find motivation for things you're not into. I'm not into writing letters to people thousands of miles away, who'll probably pass me up like week-old cheese. I'm definitely not passionate about physics, and life science reading is tedious.
I read somewhere that writing a novel is only part passion. The rest of it is hating your work until it's perfect. I think I'm paraphrasing egregiously, but it sounds good doesn't it? I'm really trying to get a handle on that last part. I've become prone to writing in bouts of passion, furiously finishing ten pages and then being lazy for the next week or so. It gets me great writing, but it's slow progress. It took me five years to get 310 pages worth of my thoughts on paper. That's too long.
So what should my solution be? An updated To Do List everyday? Just slap myself into action more often? What do you do to get yourself into the mood to do work? Until next time then.