And that's cool.
Me, too.
It's my Chaos Cow life.
My ADHD brain does not do routines. Thought about this morning as I was making the same breakfast I've had for the past year and a half and doing it in a completely different order than the day before. It's not rote to me.
Nothing is.
Finished "Out of the Shadows" and will parse it out for edits.
*INSERT ALL THE PARTY EMOJIS*
Moving on.
Because I'm always moving on.
Funny thing. My worst days are when my bones are rickety, and I can't get with anything but the pain. No creativity. Little to no movement. It's a complete stop.
And that's where a lot of my frustration comes from.
I'm not 25 with a healthy body and free time. I can't attack this writing business as I would like because it seems that when I have momentum, SOMETHING happens.
Literally.
I bitch, whine, and moan.
Then I move on.
These are the tribulations I face daily, both mentally and physically. But isn't everybody also dealing with something or several somethings?
This economy.
Aging parents.
Disabilities-your own or someone else's.
Divorce.
Food or housing insecure.
My wish for everyone is to keep moving. Keep trying. Keep...keeping.
I'm starting another book today because, without fail...wholly born plots birth themselves into my wee grey matter as soon as my in-process book looks to wrap up.
That's how I REALLY knew I would be done soon. This damn idea for another book. It's not like I have fourteen (give or take ten) others.
No. Not at allllllllll. 🙄
Even the good stuff can be overwhelming. Take a breath. Then another. But not too quick.
You'll be studying the inside of your eyelids.
I'll see you in a couple days with updates. If there ARE updates. 😒
Please Lordt, let there be updates.
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