Mind like a steel sieve
Back after various travels on both business and family matters. Writing vigorously. Far, far too busy to do little things like, for example, update my blog like a civilized person.
Finally, though, a good excuse to update the blog instead of getting actual work done comes up. Like lots of folks, I have Attention Deficit Disorder, and since I can't afford medication and anyway don't like side effects, I just try and manage it instead of suppressing it. Mostly, that works fine. Not tonight, though.
See, the particular form of ADD I have involves problems with, among other things, information organization and retrieval. This became dramatically clear when I was being tested for it, and I discovered that information I'd been easily rattling off one minute before became impossible to summon to mind when I was asked to organize it differently in my head.
So tonight, with a good day's work on the current paid project put to bed, I'm sitting up late working on a spec project, and thinking of three interrelated bits that go towards the beginning of the story. In point of fact, though, I'm thinking of two of them, since the other one is somewhere in the pile of references and notions I have for this project, and I can't find it. Three days ago, I was juggling these ideas around, putting them in the right order, feeling very pleased with myself. Tonight, I'm poring fruitlessly through all the pages of notes I've made for this project, trying all the mnemonic tricks I know to summon to mind the last bit I need, and generally beating my head against the desk, the wall, and other portions of my head.
All is well, writing in general is going swimmingly, bills are mostly current, I've been exercising better lately, and in all but one respect I have no reason to feel like I'm the dumbest bastard alive. Unfortunately, I feel like the dumbest bastard alive nonetheless. Send lawyers, guns, money, and moral support. Going to be a tough night.
Finally, though, a good excuse to update the blog instead of getting actual work done comes up. Like lots of folks, I have Attention Deficit Disorder, and since I can't afford medication and anyway don't like side effects, I just try and manage it instead of suppressing it. Mostly, that works fine. Not tonight, though.
See, the particular form of ADD I have involves problems with, among other things, information organization and retrieval. This became dramatically clear when I was being tested for it, and I discovered that information I'd been easily rattling off one minute before became impossible to summon to mind when I was asked to organize it differently in my head.
So tonight, with a good day's work on the current paid project put to bed, I'm sitting up late working on a spec project, and thinking of three interrelated bits that go towards the beginning of the story. In point of fact, though, I'm thinking of two of them, since the other one is somewhere in the pile of references and notions I have for this project, and I can't find it. Three days ago, I was juggling these ideas around, putting them in the right order, feeling very pleased with myself. Tonight, I'm poring fruitlessly through all the pages of notes I've made for this project, trying all the mnemonic tricks I know to summon to mind the last bit I need, and generally beating my head against the desk, the wall, and other portions of my head.
All is well, writing in general is going swimmingly, bills are mostly current, I've been exercising better lately, and in all but one respect I have no reason to feel like I'm the dumbest bastard alive. Unfortunately, I feel like the dumbest bastard alive nonetheless. Send lawyers, guns, money, and moral support. Going to be a tough night.
Labels: writing
| Permalink | 
