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Sustaining motivation

Finding inspiration can be fun and exciting—sustaining motivation from that inspiration is when it becomes tricky.

The first time I saw the movie The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, I was immediately touched by the sheer determination of Jean-Dominque Bauby. The movie chronicled this man going through an awful health crisis (a stroke that leads to locked-in syndrome) and horrendous physical therapy challenges. He was trained on a way to communicate by way of blinking his left eye.  Through this new method, he was able to write his memoir by painstakingly spelling out the words one letter at a time.

This fact has always fascinated me and I have used it as one of my motivators.  Sometimes I find myself not being as productive as I should be during my writing time. I let distractions have their hold on me. I then think of the image of Monsieur Bauby  lying in the hospital bed blinking furiously to create his work.  Here I am with all of my faculties, which I should be putting to good use.  Like my husband says, the mayor of Candy Crush Saga will live another day without me playing the game!

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