The motivation to write this post leeched out of me until I heard my inner motivational speaker, Matt Foley say, "...or you'll wind up living in a VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER!"
Luckily, I have enough motivation to avoid the creepy pedo-van, in addition to avoid the idea of living in it. However, I couldn't really wrap my head around what motivation truly is (aside from a large man in a plaid suit yelling at you with a "Well, La-di-freakin-da!"). I suppose motivation is a drive, a need to do something, and finding the inner reserve to put effort into whatever it is you're doing.
There's internal motivation. The motivation to do work without any sort of outside influence, to not play on the Facebook when you're supposed be writing because you're motivated to meet the goal you set, or to ignore those cutesy vaguebook status updates. That little internal cheerleader ra-ra-sis-boom-ba-ing with pink pom poms inside your brain. Give me an M! Give me an O! Give me an...er, so the internal cheerleader is lacking some spelling skills. But at least she's there (or he), whispering about goals, and writing touchdowns, and pushing sports metaphors waaaay beyond what they should've been.
And there's external motivation. Also known as my Matt Foley. The motivational speaker. Now that I'm more open about sharing some of my writing, both as the road to publication and because my friends are curious about this wacky thing I do, I've been receiving some Matt Foley-esque motivation from others. Okay, not entirely true. None of the people I know are living in vans down by the river. But I'm now getting thumbs up, and keep-goings, kick-more-asses, and personalized rejections from editors.
So I suppose this is a thanks to all those external motivators out there. My personal Matt Foleys. I'm not fishing for compliments or comments, but yes, it's nice to hear some "good jobs" now and again for a little external motivation. Big ups to my beta readers. Those that read the blog. And other writers in online communities who listen to me kvetch about my writing problems.