Motivation is something that we all find hard to muster at times. There are loads of ways to reinject it into your life, but I’ve discovered one way that not everyone knows about: identify your nemesis. Lots of writers advise you to ‘write for your ideal reader’ but I think ‘write to destroy your enemy’ might work better for those of us that like their goals with a little more spice.
I have a friend, let’s call him ‘Randy’. We have an inside joke about the number of ‘enemies’ that he has and that it seems to get longer by the week. Many of these people aren’t even aware that they are on his mile-long blacklist. They might have committed some small slight against him in the distant past, and Randy is still holding onto that grudge like a baby clings to its teething ring. It’s something that we laugh about together a lot, and it’s all a joke of course, except that on some level, it isn’t. Many of the people Randy has selected for his blacklist are in the same line of work as him. What he is doing is selecting competitors to measure himself against. He picks people that he secretly admires, and guess what? He works hard to better himself and surpass them, all the while motivated by pure hatred. And he succeeds every time.
I’m not the most competitive person. I’ve mentioned this before. I’m really good at telling myself that ‘I can’t’. Completing my first novel taught me that this is a terrible attitude to go through life with. But if someone else tells me I can’t? Lord help them! I shall absolutely prove them wrong!
So I’ve decided to fabricate a feud (in my head) with a fantastic author for the craic, and see how it goes. I won’t reveal the name of the author, because the odds of me ever surpassing her are slim to none. But in my head she’s an awful bitch– she propositioned my husband, laughs at my fashion sense and most importantly, she mocks my writing daily on her Twitter feed. She is totally innocent of these charges and completely unaware of my existence, but I will vanquish her (not literally, but yes, literally) one day.
And so this brings me to the blank screen not lightly. Not lightly at all. Today I sit with grim determination on my features and burning vengeance lighting a fire under my fingers.
And I will write angrily. And I will write well. But most importantly, I will write ’til I am done.