Have you started?
Have you actually started? Pencil-to-paper, pixel-to-screen started?
Are you not yet finished?
Do you need to finish? Do you feel it deep in your bones?
Are you scared as hell that you might not finish?
If you answered Yes to all five of those questions, welcome to The Long Middle: the vast expanse between the inception of an idea and shipping it out the door.
If The Long Middle was a real road, I imagine it’d look like the Oregon Trail: wild, winding, dangerous, and full of promise. I might only be a mile outside Independence, Missouri and you could be ten paces to Oregon City, but we’re both here in The Long Middle together. Our journey has begun but it’s not yet finished. Millions have been on this road before us and yet only this much is certain: there will be casualties.
Let’s make sure we and our work aren’t one of them. Here are three survival strategies for braving the road ahead.
Survival Strategy #1: Get the butterflies out
I played football in high school and before each game we’d stretch as a team and then do warm up drills by position. I played center, so I was with the linemen. Our drills were focused on blocking, tackling and footwork. But mostly they were about hitting. Our job was to hit each other. Not helmet-cracking, concussion-inducing hard––just hard enough to remind ourselves that while four hours earlier our brains were sweating over exams and girls, tonight our heads were for hitting.
The first hit was a cocktail of adrenaline, testosterone and energy all rolled into one giant life affirming smack. Mostly, we were nervous as hell.
“Get the butterflies out on the first hit!” coach would yell before a game.
Being seventeen and prepping to go head-to-head with other seventeen-year-olds who might be bigger, faster, stronger than you, under the fluorescent Friday night scrutiny of peers, teachers, families, and girlfriends––it felt like the whole world was on the line. There were always butterflies.
So we loosened up before playing the game. We hit each other before hitting the other guys. We were getting the butterflies out.
Of course creating a jaw-dropping image or writing a thrilling screenplay brings about butterflies of their own. For me, it’s the harrowing realization that I’ll sit down to work and find out: I can’t write. That everyone else will find out I can’t write. That what I do say won’t be any good. That I’ll have nothing to say. That I can’t produce an original thought to save my life. That I’ll fail and end up face down in a gutter because of the simple fact that I can’t write.
To keep these self-doubting crazies at bay, I employ a trusty set of psychological tactics to warm myself up and shake my own creative butterflies off:
- Morning pages: writing three handwritten, stream-of-conscious pages upon waking.
- Generating 10 new ideas a day to keep my “idea muscle” sharp and strong.
- Old-fashioned, long-distance nature walking. Or as Henry David Thoreau put it, “sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.”
What are your butterflies? And how will you shake them out? Would location scouting a few days before a big shoot help you sleep at night? Might it calm your nerves to double and triple check an equipment shot checklist before leaving the house? Does a dopamine-pumping playlist help you work magic in post production?
Do it. Do it all. Then remember: You got this. These tactics remind us that we don’t have the time nor luxury to indulge in self-doubt. Whatever your practice–do your creative calisthenics and get the butterflies out.
Survival Strategy #2: Turn off your red squiggly line
Here’s an embarrassing confession: I can’t spell calisthenics.
I know this because when I tried to type “calisthenics” above, my computer underlined it with a red squiggly line telling me it wasn’t an actual english word. I tried to change it – maybe it’s an ‘i’, not an ‘e’? But the crooked devil of shame showed up again. I had a third go at it, but again the fiery serpent of imperfection reappeared like a horror flick baddie who never seems to die.
Some may find it helpful, but here’s my beef with that red squiggly line: it’s a constant reminder that you’ve screwed up. That you’re screwed up. If that red squiggly line isn’t a constant reminder of our own imperfections, I don’t know what is.
I remember reading the first manuscript of my friend Steve’s book Tales of Iceland. It was riddled with red squiggly lines. I was floored. Steve was a published writer – a real author! I had just admitted to myself that I wanted to be a writer, and Steve was the only real author I knew. How did he miss those? Was he illiterate? Didn’t he know the difference between their and there?
Of course the abundance of red squiggly lines were only proof of how much of a professional Steve was. He was operating by the code of creators: don’t write and edit at the same time. Don’t create and critique in the same breath. Misspelling words while crafting a story should be the least of your concerns.
We have enough evil voices in our heads reminding us of our gross imperfections. Remember what Hemingway said: “The first draft of anything is shit.”
We don’t need that damn red squiggly line reminding us of it every step of the way.
Survival Strategy #3: Be a 20-Mile-Marcher
In his book Great By Choice, Jim Collins tells the story of two adventurers Roald Amundsen and Robert Falcon Scott competing to become the first people in modern history to reach the South Pole. Both men were of similar age and led teams of comparable skill and experience. Both faced similar weather and had similar equipment, luck, advantages and disadvantages. Yet while one led his team to victory; the other led his to defeat and death. Amundsen reached the pole 34 days earlier than Scott. Not only that, all of Scott’s team perished from exhaustion, frostbite, or simply froze to death.
What happened? The adventurers employed vastly different behaviors.
As Collins put it: “Amundsen adhered to a regimen of consistent progress, never going too far in good weather, careful to stay far away from the red line of exhaustion that could leave his team exposed, yet pressing ahead in nasty weather to stay on pace. … In contrast, Scott would sometimes drive his team to exhaustion on good days and then sit in his tent and complain about the weather on bad days.”
In other words, Scott pushed hard on good days and sat still on bad days. Meanwhile, Amundsen chiseled away at his goal consistently each and every day.
Collins calls leaders like Amundsen who execute patiently yet diligently over time 20-Mile-Marchers.
If we’re the adventurers in The Long Middle of our own creative work (which we are), then adopting the discipline of a 20-Mile-Marchers is our daily or weekly task. It’s easy to get overwhelmed by an ambitious project (write a screenplay!) and forget that it can be broken down into manageable chunks that can be chiseled away over time.
Here are a few questions to help you break your own project down:
- What grand goal are you marching toward?
- What are the components of your goal? What major milestones do you need to hit?
- What’s a realistic but ambitious pace for you to chisel away at your goal each day or week?
- How will you keep yourself accountable to hit your targets over time?
Adopt the discipline to chisel away patiently and diligently at your work. Be a 20-Mile-Marcher.
A final reminder: you’re not immortal.
When we diddle daddle around our work and let it string haphazardly along, we’ve likely forgotten an essential fact: we might not be around much longer to finish it.
We lose ourselves in The Long Middle when we’ve forgotten that we started in order to finish. We left Independence to reach Oregon City, not to transplant ourselves half-baked in Boise.
Don’t go to the grave with your best work left undone. Get the butterflies out. Turn off that red squiggly line. March 20 miles today, tomorrow and everyday until you hit Oregon City.
You’re not immortal. But if you finish it, your work may be.
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