My Dreams Are Better Than Brussel Sprouts (But You Wouldn’t Know It by How Often I Avoid Them)

One of the things you learn pretty quickly when you’re trying to write a novel in a month is how to keep plugging along whether you feel like it or not. Another thing you learn is how surprisingly hard this is, even when you’re working on something you love. The irony is that I’m a pro at plugging along when it comes to my job. I never “feel” like going in every morning (of course I don’t), or staying there for 8 hours, or doing any of the individual things I’m required to do while I’m there. But I’ve learned to keep going, day after day, in spite of that. Why I can’t do the same thing for my writing—something I truly love and daydream about while I’m stuck at work—is a mystery to me. The one and only explanation I can find for the difference between my self-discipline towards work vs. writing is that with my job, I don’t have the option not to do it. This is because I like to eat and be clothed, and as long as I want to continue doing both of those things, showing up at work is non-negotiable. Whether I feel like going or not is irrelevant. My writing, on the other hand, is the opposite of necessary, strictly speaking. No one is demanding it. My general physical wellbeing isn’t dependent on it. The only reason I have for doing it is that I really, really love doing it. And apparently that’s not enough motivation when I have the option of watching The Big Bang Theory in my PJs instead. Forcing Yourself to Do the Things You Love The trouble is that after using up most of my energy doing the things I don’t want to do, I rarely feel like I…