I’m pretty sure my dad had ADHD, even though he was never officially diagnosed. He was never on time for anything. Ever. He always had to finish that “one last thing” before leaving the house. Sometimes that thing was simple and achievable, like loading the dishwasher. But sometimes that task was huge and Sisyphean, like finishing his tax returns or building a shed to house the tools and building supplies lost in the clutter of our overstuffed garage.
The Internet is my friend.
The internet tells me fascinating stories about a Celtic warrior queen name Boudica, and a dead man on a beach named Taman Shud.
The internet shows me pictures of The Voynich manuscript and the Bayeux Tapestry over coffee while we discuss how the seeds of our current fascination with all thing apocalyptic have deeper roots in history and culture. The internet reassures me that the world is not coming to an end.
Or maybe it is. The internet doesn’t know for sure.
As I am an ADHD person, I am familiar with ADDITUDE Magazine. More than familiar, I surf it weekly, looking for new research and arcana about all things ADHD. This week there's an article comparing and contrasting ADHD and Sensory Processing Disorder. Fascinating.
So I'm extra thrilled to have been asked to guest blog for them!
In every super hero comic book or movie, there’s always a bleak moment when the hero loses their power. The arc reactor on Iron Man’s suit runs out of paladium or vibranium or magic, and he plummets to the earth. Which by all reasons should turn him into a Tony Stark flavored goo, because—physics.
The most depressing quote about writing and distraction comes from J.K. Rowling:
“The funny thing is that, although writing has been my actual job for several years now, I still seem to have to fight for time in which to do it. Some people do not seem to grasp that I still have to sit down in peace and write the books, apparently believing that they pop up like mushrooms without my connivance.”
I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump lately. It started a few months ago with my trip to Connecticut and a gorgeous late winter snowfall.
Liz Jackson is an inclusive fashion designer. She was here in Austin for a SXSW panel. Yesterday Liz Jackson tweeted about a SXSW conference with the unfortunate title of “The End of Disability.”
I spent February in Connecticut with my brother, and his wife, and playing with their two adorable toddlers, Di-di and Buddy. But mostly, I went to write. Connecticut in the dead of a long winter is a peaceful wonderland of nothing happening. It’s snowy and tranquil. Nothing to do but write.
Henry spent the fall working on a red MG sports car outside the window of my bedroom. He wore a thin white t-shirt and looked for all the world like a blond Marlon Brando from Streetcar Named Desire. ( see attached picture. Rather than post a picture of Henry and embarrass him, I have included Marlon Brando. Enjoy).
My CP Aden has his cover revel today. This is a great, fast-paced YA action adventure.
Olympus is rising…