goal anxiety
Jan. 17th, 2007 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swan_towerI've come to realize I have a moderately dysfunctional relationship with goals.
(This applies to more than just writing, but writing offers a good, clear-cut illustration of what I mean.)
Let's say I'm working on a novel and my goal is 1000 words a day. One evening, out of laziness, I write only 800. Or -- more likely -- I just don't write at all. (If I put my butt in the chair, I tend not to leave until I have quota.) I treat that as a deficit I need to make up; I write 1200 words or 1500 words until I'm back where I would have been had I not been short one day.
This is moderately okay. Especially since I usually manage to cut myself some slack for occasions when something (like travel) takes me out of commission for several days at a stretch.
The dysfunctionality comes in when I write above quota. Take a recent example: I'm working on something where my weekly goal is 10K. Which means, in general, 1500 a day, with one day where I can cut back a bit and just do 1000. This past week, I wrote 1500 (and change) for a couple of days, and then 2K one day. I built up a surplus.
This does not get treated the way a deficit does -- as slippage that should get averaged out.
No, instead my obsessive, goal-driven self tends to ignore all surpluses. Who cares that I'm more than 500 ahead; I should still write 1500 every day. Including that day that was supposed to be an easy 1000. Then I'd be a thousand ahead of where I meant to be! But don't let that fool you into thinking I could do just 9K the next week. No, it'll be 10K or bust, and if I can squeeze out more, than full steam ahead!
From the perspective of finishing books (or whatever else I might be working on), this seems pretty good. I'm beginning to notice, though, that it might be a little hard on me -- it means I never earn a break. Any such break would have to be earned in advance, and once I've done that, I just keep pushing. More words written, more pages read, more cleaning done, whatever the task at hand is, I keep going. Until it's done.
And then I look for something else to do.
My fiance is probably beating his head into a wall, having read this far; he's a big advocate of me relaxing and not being so hard on myself. But he (and the rest of you) can take heart: I've made a baby step in mending my ways. Having built up a surplus earlier this writing week (which is, for uninteresting reasons having to do with this project, Thursday through Wednesday), I let myself cut back a bit for the last three days. I wrote over 1K each time, to hit my weekly goal, but didn't make myself do 1500. Right now I'm sitting pretty at 53 words over target -- in the middle of a scene, no less, which I decided to leave as a carrot for tomorrow, rather than finishing it tonight.
Mind you, I've got other things I need to get done, which is another argument for not driving myself to oblivion on one project only. But nevermind that.
Goals: they're to be met, but not always exceeded.
(This applies to more than just writing, but writing offers a good, clear-cut illustration of what I mean.)
Let's say I'm working on a novel and my goal is 1000 words a day. One evening, out of laziness, I write only 800. Or -- more likely -- I just don't write at all. (If I put my butt in the chair, I tend not to leave until I have quota.) I treat that as a deficit I need to make up; I write 1200 words or 1500 words until I'm back where I would have been had I not been short one day.
This is moderately okay. Especially since I usually manage to cut myself some slack for occasions when something (like travel) takes me out of commission for several days at a stretch.
The dysfunctionality comes in when I write above quota. Take a recent example: I'm working on something where my weekly goal is 10K. Which means, in general, 1500 a day, with one day where I can cut back a bit and just do 1000. This past week, I wrote 1500 (and change) for a couple of days, and then 2K one day. I built up a surplus.
This does not get treated the way a deficit does -- as slippage that should get averaged out.
No, instead my obsessive, goal-driven self tends to ignore all surpluses. Who cares that I'm more than 500 ahead; I should still write 1500 every day. Including that day that was supposed to be an easy 1000. Then I'd be a thousand ahead of where I meant to be! But don't let that fool you into thinking I could do just 9K the next week. No, it'll be 10K or bust, and if I can squeeze out more, than full steam ahead!
From the perspective of finishing books (or whatever else I might be working on), this seems pretty good. I'm beginning to notice, though, that it might be a little hard on me -- it means I never earn a break. Any such break would have to be earned in advance, and once I've done that, I just keep pushing. More words written, more pages read, more cleaning done, whatever the task at hand is, I keep going. Until it's done.
And then I look for something else to do.
My fiance is probably beating his head into a wall, having read this far; he's a big advocate of me relaxing and not being so hard on myself. But he (and the rest of you) can take heart: I've made a baby step in mending my ways. Having built up a surplus earlier this writing week (which is, for uninteresting reasons having to do with this project, Thursday through Wednesday), I let myself cut back a bit for the last three days. I wrote over 1K each time, to hit my weekly goal, but didn't make myself do 1500. Right now I'm sitting pretty at 53 words over target -- in the middle of a scene, no less, which I decided to leave as a carrot for tomorrow, rather than finishing it tonight.
Mind you, I've got other things I need to get done, which is another argument for not driving myself to oblivion on one project only. But nevermind that.
Goals: they're to be met, but not always exceeded.
