This is the point where I suggest you all read the awesome book Hustle & Float by Rahaf Harfoush. It really helped me realize that creativity isn't something that can be measured by standard productivity measures.
Writing books is not the same thing as producing widgets on a line. Yet we act as if it is. As if getting in words each day happens by the same mechanism as that widget assembly.
But it doesn't. At least not for me. Sure, word count goals have gotten me through many books. But they've also sent me into emotional tailspins and led me to writing a LOT of words I ultimately threw out.
(NOTE: This is just me; please don't ditch word count goals or writing everyday if that works for you. Every brain is different!)
I abandoned writing every day long ago, and also learned to lean into the cyclical nature of my process. But I am still finding myself falling into the productivity trap of "if I don't meet X outcome, then that makes me a failure."
Now, look. On the one hand, this is what pays me. So I do have to meet contracts and publisher timelines. And on that same hand, sometimes those deadlines really help my brain get into gear when nothing else will. It's like in the terror of knowing a bomb will explode means I suddenly understand electrical engineering and which wires to cut.
Plus, I think working in some way/shape/form on my books every single day is important. It's just that the output measure we as an industry typically use (word count) doesn't work for me.
First drafts of first books (or standalones) tend to pour out of me pretty easily.
But give me a sequel? Suddenly I am Michelangelo faced with the stone, chipping away all the bits that aren't David. I have to write a lot of wrong pieces so I can discard them to find the right ones.
And this all brings me back to the idea of goals
I've written a lot of books at this point. The tenth published one comes out next year, but I have written many more than that. I have a pretty clear idea of how my creative process works -- with first books, with sequels, with revisions and rewrites and outlines.
And for all the challenges (yargh, where are you in all this marble, David?), I actually love the way my creativity works. When things are going well, I feel like QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE. And even when things are sticky, it's satisfying. Like finding the best way through an immersive sim.
What always sends me spiraling emotionally is when I miss goals. When I don't live up to some external measure that I've placed upon the situation.
Example: During NaNoWriMo, I wanted to write 30K in Luminaries 2. I easily hit that number, but I also tossed out most of it...leaving me with a net of ~10K words.
On top of that, in a rush of inspiration, I wrote 25K in something totally new. Yet, rather than be proud of all that did get written -- new words in something new + removing all those bits of stone that weren't David -- I was frustrated and depressed. FAILURE, FAILURE, FAILURE. I ended November in such a funk.
So something has to change, friends.
Something kind of drastic that will allow me to enjoy my creativity and celebrate the gains I do make. I have to stop viewing my job as purely "output based," I have to remove the pressure of "constant productivity" in favor of "this is how creativity works, so embrace the words as they come."
As such, I am bidding the word "goals" adieu.
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