I've been wrapping up one project and plunging right into another, so my head is almost always someplace else. The thing I love best about my brain is the way it keeps problem-solving for my characters, even when I'm away from my desk and not entirely conscious of the thoughts that are spinning. The thing that annoys me is that when my brain is working out dialogue or checking for flaws in a new plot twist, the other things I'm attending to in autopilot mode don't always get the most careful attention. I imagine my autopilot as a Jetsons-style robot who has a few bugs in her program. Of … [Read more...]
“Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far. . .”
Well, the cure for Final Countdown is apparently this (Do not click on it! I'm warning you!). I heard it on the radio yesterday, and now I am prone to randomly belting out the chorus while I make coffee, do the dishes, etc. J is so lucky he doesn't work from home. Oh, who are we kidding? I don't do dishes. I put my coffee mug in the dishwasher, sing a few verses into a spatula, get distracted by something shiny, and then completely forget I haven't finished the dishes, until I need my afternoon cup of coffee and walk into a kitchen full of messy. But it's all okay, because the … [Read more...]
The contents of my purse
Vera over at Lady and the Blog showed everyone the contents of her purse. I thought I'd join in the fun, even though my purse fillings are far less elegant. Please excuse the flash flare, it was REALLY cloudy here today.I read a book about organization for people with ADD a few months ago. The book suggested keeping purse items grouped in brightly colored pouches, so they're easy to find. Nothing in my purse is coordinated, but that's on purpose.This system has worked like a charm for me. Prior to that, my purse contents would have been a big mountain of old receipts, crumpled bills, … [Read more...]
ADD, Of Mice and Men, and Mrs. X
In high school, my English teacher accused me of cheating on a test on Of Mice and Men. Obviously, my memories of this are tainted by emotion, but the gist of her accusation was that she didn't think I was smart enough to get all the answers right on the test by myself. I was a horrible student, but I wasn't a cheater. I read voraciously, but I read the books I chose, not the books that were assigned in school. I skimmed Frankenstein, but stayed up past bedtime with a flashlight to read Phantom of the Opera. I didn't make it past the second chapter of A Separate Piece, but I wore out the … [Read more...]