My #1 discovery of the last few weeks is that motivation is overrated. Most days I have no motivation to write (I continue to blame the pandemic). In the past that meant I stared at the screen, procrastinated, hated myself for being unproductive, wondered wtf is wrong with me

But recently, I have forced myself to get to work anyway. I tell myself "let's work on this for 1-2 hours and then call it a day." And the funny thing is that somehow I "get into"it" almost the same as when I am motivated. Maybe not for such a long stretch of time...

...but at least I am doing it, and usually work longer than the 1-2 hours I assigned myself. I don't remember who it was on here who said exactly this a while ago, that motivation is overrated and you just have to think of writing as the mechanics of the job - but you were right!

Yes, it means the job is not as enjoyable as it could be, and yes, it means I am moving more slowly than a properly motivated version of myself could, but hey, at least I am moving