I was about 20 minutes into my workout today when my mind started giving me perfectly valid reasons to quit.
It was a busy day at the new job.
I ate pretty good today. (Well, the first half of the day at least.)
I already worked up a good sweat/burned a good chunk of calories.
Was it time to quit, though? No, I still had another 15 minutes to go. I pushed myself to keep going and instead ended up burning the most calories I’ve done in a single workout.
The same applies for writing (or any other task that is hard). I sit down to write and my brain starts finding all this other stuff I could be doing.
Weren’t there some blogs I wanted to read?
Man today was busy at work, I’m fried.
I bet there was a new g+ post in the last 30 seconds.
Wait, I could write a blog post. That counts as writing, doesn’t it? (Worry not, I finished my writing goals today before I wrote this.)
I’m this close to getting the next level in Super Awesome Fantasy Game!
All these are just excuses for me to not write. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, there was no quick path to publishing. Some days would be better than others. Still I have to tell that doubting part of my mind to get out of the drivers seat. Today is the day I write. And the next day. And the next. Until I have a novel sitting here before me.
Oh, and unplugging the internet doesn’t hurt either.