At some point in the last couple days, I had a coherent idea for a blog post. I thought about it while driving, while cooking dinner, or doing the dishes. I knew some topics I wanted to talk about, and what I wanted to say. I sit down to jot down some notes and realize those ideas are gone. That often happens to me. I’m thinking of something, or working on something and before I know it, I’m doing something else without even knowing how I got there.
This morning I had a plan. I had a list of things I absolutely no- buts- about- it had to accomplish today. I get up with a raging headache, so I decide to go back to bed for a little while. I woke up four and a half hours later. Have I mentioned I’ve been a bit sleep deprived lately?? Not sure if the sleep did me good or made things worse…so anyway, getting an extremely late start I decide to tackle the mound of laundry. I put in a load, and of course there are some that are still in the dryer from last time I washed, so I take those out and put them on the couch to fold. Wait, what happened? I was folding laundry…what am I doing cleaning out from under my bed? How in the heck did I get here? I have no clue. Not one. I put the clothes on the couch…then BAM, here I am under the bed. Go figure. Okay, so I get all the stuff that has gotten lost under the bed out and vacuum up a load of dog hair. Not that it’s been that long since I vacuumed, but because I have this dog with an intense shedding problem. Nothing the vet has recommended has worked. I can vacuum several times a day and then it it still like watching tumbleweeds rolling across the desert. And if I don’t vacuum for a day or two? Good heavens you can’t even see the floor. I can’t hold it against her, poor thing, it isn’t her fault, but boy does it make me look like a bad housekeeper. I mean, I am a bad housekeeper, so I don’t need any help looking even worse!! Okay, so where was I? See how I do that? Under the bed. Yeah. So I’m vacuuming under the bed and throwing stray papers away. My daughter likes to sit in my bed and draw at night while I work…apparently she tosses her wadded up paper to the side….uh-huh…found the evidence. So…cleaning up my room, which desperately needs a good sound cleaning and here I am mashing strawberries for jam in the kitchen. Wait. What??!! Strawberries? Now how did I get HERE? Sure, I was planning on making jam, but when did I even come into the kitchen? What is going on around here? And what happened to the laundry for goodness sake? (and don’t worry, I know I washed my hands before getting into the berries because I’m fanatical about that sort of thing.) And while I’m in the strawberries, I did promise my BIL that I would bring him some chocolate covered ones tomorrow, so I better get those done while I’m at it…
Just another day in the life of my chaotic mind. Some days things do get finished. Other days not so much. Okay, I did finish the jam because that isn’t really a project you can put on hold once you get to a certain point. The laundry is partly done and my room is partly clean and yes, if I’m going to admit to the whole truth here, the Christmas decorations are partly put away. Yep. Just another day. And yes, I am fully aware that it is now February. Don’t judge me.
I’m working on the first round of re-writes for my novel, Blessed Light, Cleansing Rain. I am happy with this project, and as anyone with ADHD knows, I have been in that hyper focus zone. That nothing can stop me come hell or high water mode. That I don’t have time for sleep because I have to do this while I know what I want to do with it. The I love this story and I can’t wait to watch it grow up and take flight. I’d been running on very little sleep and all the chaos, and I knew I was very near the crashing point. I could feel it prickling just under the skin, warning me. Usually I don’t heed the warning, I just continue full speed ahead until I hit the inevitable wall. I was given a friendly piece of advice. Take a few days off. Do something fun. Find something enlightening. So, I put my notes in a nice, neat stack (we ADHDers are excellent stack makers, are we not??) and walked away from it for a couple days. Now in all fairness I did not leave the project, because it was on my mind constantly. Scenes I wanted to include, bits of dialogue I needed to jot down. Things I remembered I wanted to take away because they were redundant. I worked on cover art until my eyes spun in crazy circles. But I didn’t write. Not a word. I think the break did me good, but I can’t stand it for one more day. I’ll be back at the keyboard tomorrow.
I’m planning to have a book launch party when my baby is all done. I’m really excited to be able to share the moment, and I think it will be a fun time. I didn’t have a book launch with my last book, but I want this one to be something special. I have too many people that have supported me through thick and thin that I want to thank and to share the moment with. What better way than a party??