[54/365] Down the Rabbit Hole Pascal via Compfight

Ok. That’s it. I’m down the rabbithole again.

The more I learn about ADHD, the more complex and interconnected everything gets. I’m totally overwhelmed by the plethora of theories, webinars, tools, and tricks of the trade.

Not to mention the amazing, fascinating, infuriating, and fabulous personalities representing a myriad of contrasting, conflicting, and concurring opinions available through blogs, articles, Twitter peeps and peeping twits (including those who randomly steal and re-post my writings without so much as a by-your-leave).

Today’s frustrating fiasco

I started this morning writing today’s blog post, a simple homage to good ADHD parenting. One thing led to another, and before I knew it I was reminiscing about my own childhood mothering versus the talented ADHD moms I’ve come to know and love since my diagnosis.

Today’s blog post took steroids while I was on a pee break and blew up into a two-parter.

Today’s blog post took steroids while I was on a pee break and blew up into a two-parter. That’s when my voice-activated software crashed. Again.

Software (and user) meltdown

Even my word processing software couldn’t save me: even though I save obsessively, my recovered documents only proved that the technology got distracted and wandered off to a matinee while I continued to blather on for no apparent reason. Simply put, I lost half my work and had to start over.

This has been happening since I – wait for it – installed the newest, 100% improved, better-than-you-could-even imagine version of my Dragon Naturally Speaking software which wires was working service sibling serviceably well before I made the ill-advised move of “upgrading.”

That’s what I get for not listening to my gut. Not only does the program crash every time I use it, when it “works” it writes things like: Italy-bitchy when I dictate: itty-bitty.

Ok, maybe itty-bitty is out there, but “write” consistently turns into “rate;” and “attitude” turns into “ADDitude” unless I turn into Eliza Doolittle at one of her more onerous elocution sessions with the indomitable Henry Higgins. Not fun. I’d definitely rather dance all night than spend my time correcting an already out-of-control blog post by having to manually spell or type every fifth word.

Software rant over. We will now proceed with my initially-scheduled complaint about my inability to be petty (cute, DNS, very cute) pithy. (I had to type that last word all by myself.)

Time for drastic measures

So that does it. It’s time to implement a drastic measure I’ve been thinking about for some months now (ever since I finished writing my upcoming book, ADHD According to Zoë). (Why, yes, that was a flagrant bit of self-promotion. Good eye.)

Writing that book ruined me on many levels. Not only did I have to dig deep into memories I thought I’d put behind me, but I’d just hit my stride on writing the short form genre of blog posts when my book contract came along (400- 800 words versus 60,000 – 85,000 for a book manuscript).

I’m ruined.

Or maybe not…

So here’s the deal: for the next five weeks, I’m going to pick one ADHD symptom, trait, or dilemma per week. Then I’m going to pick one teeny-weenie sub-topic and fixate on that for 400 words. No more, no less.

And just to get the creative juices and adrenaline flowing, I’ll set my time for two hours.

I have no idea what kind of writing this will result in.

I don’t have time to ruminate about that now. I’ve already reached 570 words.

Tomorrow: let’s start with hyperfocus, shall we? And we’ll see what sub-topic I can come up with. I’m open to suggestions, so fire away until Friday. Next week, who knows? Maybe we’ll cover self-flagellation.