One method to motivate someone, whether that someone is yourself or somebody else, is to offer a reward. There has been a lot of research that shows that extrinsic rewards, such as increases in pay, bonuses, or expensive gifts, have a limited ability to motivate somebody. But that doesn’t mean that rewards are entirely ineffective.
It has become something of a cliché that people don’t leave their job, they leave their boss, and a recent article posted to Reddit corroborated this with a bit of research. I posted a comment stating that my own research supported this, insofar as I had found that management cannot make employees happy, but it can certainly contribute to unhappiness.
I received a lot of questions about the subject, so I thought I would write a brief blog post summarizing my thoughts. What it really comes down to, though, is that a really great boss can help keep someone motivated and happy who is already motivated and happy, but if someone is miserable, demotivated, and doesn’t want to be there, the greatest boss in the world isn’t going to make an unhappy person more happy.
Per my earlier post, it should be obvious that I’m thinking about politics and religion. I’m also thinking about motivation. I know why I do certain things, and I think I have a good handle on the motivations of a lot of the people I know, be they people from work, church, or other friends. People are complex in a lot of ways, but not all of life is enigmatic.
As part of my current project, I’ve been asking people a lot of questions. My thought processes don’t work the same way as other people’s, so it’s helpful for me to ask people about their experiences, motivations, and goals. Knowing your audience is pretty important, and this is the most direct method I have.
There is a problem with asking questions though: you sometimes get answers you don’t want. On the magical carpet ride that is the Internet, there will be people who want to tear you down and tear you apart. I don’t know why. It doesn’t matter.
Screw them. The people who hate your ideas, want to knock you down and kick your breath out, and who are your most vociferous critics are probably also in the minority. Whether in politics or criticism, the loudest always seem to be from the smallest camp. Forget about them–they’re not worth it.
The majority, to be honest, are probably apathetic. They’re not interested and just don’t care. You might be able to swing some of them to your cause, and that’s not a bad goal, but they’re not with you yet.
And then there is the contingent of people who are with you. They get you. They’re intrigued, and maybe even interested. These are the ones who will support you, and whose thought processes do work like yours. Write for them, because writing for them is just like writing for yourself.
And if you make yourself happy, they’ll be happy too.
It’s hard to take a break when you’ve got a gig on the side. Balancing a full-time job and writing, reviewing, and the tech stuff I can never find enough time for is pretty tough, and it leaves me feeling like I’m working all the time. The constant pressure to deliver is stressful.
Taking time off feels like I’m cheating people out of something. Like that’s one more day later that the book will be done, or one less worthwhile article for people to read. Every day that passes takes with it news that I haven’t read, or on which I haven’t commented; thoughts I haven’t shared; stories I haven’t told.
And somehow it’s worse that the time has been forced. I didn’t really do any work this weekend, but that R&R wasn’t scheduled or planned. I meant to be productive, but the motivation wasn’t there, and I lacked the energy to force myself. I rested, and felt guilty.
And then I saw this Twitter message. It wasn’t a flash of insight, or anything I hadn’t thought before, but it was reaffirming. Writing and doing all this extra stuff I’ve been doing has been fun, and it has provided me an outlet and some balance to my life. Yeah, I constantly wish I could do and accomplish more, but it’s not like I’m ruining people’s day by not getting something done. What happens if I’m a day late? Less free stuff on the ‘Net?
I’m not going to let this turn into an excuse for laziness, but hopefully I’ll sleep a bit easier tonight. I needed some unplanned R&R, and I had it whether I liked it or not. Time to relax–work can wait until tomorrow.
Twitter message by the illustrious KC Green.
Today’s been… kind of nothing. I don’t feel like it’s been weird. I have no motivation. I’m not lethargic, or energetic. Not happy or depressed. I haven’t felt hungry or thirsty or anything. I’ve played some games today, and looked at a couple of blank pages to maybe write something. I did write a blog entry, which immediately got misinterpreted (I think–maybe Nathan just disagrees). I couldn’t really get my brain to engage while writing, though. It’s like I’m apathetic. Neutral.
There’s nothing malicious about it. Nothing at all, really. I’m just existing.
What’s the deal? It’d be disconcerting if I was capable of feeling any strong emotion today.
I hope this lack of feeling is gone by tomorrow.
I’ve had a variety of internal debates, or considerations, or discussions going on recently. The uncertainty on its label is due largely to the lack of time I’ve had to really puzzle this all out, and these are topics it would really do me well to sit and talk about with someone artistic who engages in similar things that I do, and since that isn’t happening anytime soon I am left with (and subsequently can only deliver) ambiguity. If you made it past that sentence, thanks–the next paragraph won’t be so bad.
For years, I’ve wanted to be a writer, and only recently have I wanted to write. I envision this work as something I do alone, privately, toiling and drafting, throwing out and creating, and eventually handing to an editor before re-writing for a third or fourth time. When I finally feel something is completed ((Probably after a fifth go.)), I’ll put it out for the world to see, critique, and appreciate or detest. It’ll be a polished, finished project though, to the best of my abilities.
As I look at my lifestyle, my time, and the nature and style of my writing, I wonder if that’s the right method for me. There is certainly value in it, but I can’t help but look at webcomics. ((As is so often the case. I’m not quite sure what inspires my obsession with webcomics, but the webcomic artists I read are really inspiring to me.)) These are serialized, produced as the artist/writer goes along, and by and large they weren’t all that great at first. The art is usually rougher at the beginning than at the end, the writing improves over time, and most of the artists I read remark on how they have improved since they began, or since last year, or over the last few months.
I wonder if I need to get something perfectly polished before putting it out there. What if I were to write and post as I went? Never worry about going back and fixing, or about having everything done before I publish.
The question I reached was, “What am I looking for? What’s my motivation for writing?” Yeah, I do it because I enjoy it, but is there something else? I don’t do it for money, nor exactly for fame. Rather, what I’m seeking is community, and I don’t so much want the community of fans ((Though that’d be great and I really appreciate those people.)) who enjoy my work and tell me so, but rather the community of people who are all doing the same thing: producing because they enjoy it and sharing freely what they do.
If that’s my motivation, what would the best method be: a long crafting of a work to publish after the final polish, or serialization with the recognition that my work will be rough at first and gradually improve? I’m beginning to wonder if I should be doing the latter rather than the former, on which my attention has been for the last two years.
To put it another way, if what I want is more like what webcomic artists have rather than what an established and published traditional author has, then maybe I ought to be doing what the webcomics are.
I’m not sure about it, but I’ve been thinking about it an awful lot lately.