Okay, so I posted that Stalled thing on Monday. Then I gave myself a good, ol' fashioned ass-whoopin'. There was much internal swearing going on. It lasted about thirty seconds - which, in the scheme of an inter-brainial war, was pretty long. And after I said 'yes, ma'am' to myself and got my butt to work.
Some people would call this 'negative self-talk'. I probably called myself every name in the book. Told myself I was being stupid. Mentally shouted at myself. And it worked.
Would I ever talk to someone else that way? Probably not. I'd get punched in the mouth. But this is me. I can't punch myself in the mouth. (Well, I could, but it would hurt and I'm not into pain.) I can also take it. It's not like I was saying anything that wasn't true at the time. I was being a whiny baby. I did need to get off my ass and get to work. I needed a little drill sergeant tactics to motivate me. General Patton stuff. I mentally slapped my own face.
I might need to do this again. And again. And again. Until it sticks. I did get like 4 chapters worth of edit notes down for Natural Causes and did 21 pages more on the read-through for Early Grave on Monday, so that's something. But I didn't do anything again yesterday. I went fishing instead.
:lifts booted foot threateningly aimed at own ass:
Yes, ma'am.
I will get some more work done today. Before I go fishing because, if I wait until after, the chances of working drop precipitously.
Have you ever had to kick your own ass? How'd that turn out for you?
Uhm...on a daily basis. After the first cup of coffee, the brain is usually ready to listen to reason. Some days, it takes 3. Today, since I've been awake since 3:00 a.m., I need to get my words in so I can nap. REALLY gonna need that nap...
ReplyDeleteP.S. It doesn't help that my Muse decided I needed to write a Christmas story to go in my newsletter and that it needs to go out before Christmas...plus...deadline for editor on January release and...and... *wanders away to find another cup of coffee*
Yeah, the Boot-meeting-Butt treatment is what it takes for me, too, sometimes. And getting the writing done before I can do the fun/relaxing stuff. Some days just opening the file and staring at it works. The brain is a funny thing.
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