Do you ever feel like you are trying to put your life together with left over parts from the “Abi Normal” shelf at Target? Yah.. that’s been my week this week.
I have a dear friend who insists that all of my little irksome failings stem from a severe case of ADD, and she’s probably right, but I keep telling myself… amazing and brilliant people have ADD! Maybe that means I’m amazing and brilliant!! Maybe I just need meds!!

Anyway, I needed a little blog about nothing today. Just a catch up and a shout out. A way to satiate this ADD without painting half of another room in my house.
First! The shout out!
Thank you! SO much to my friends and followers who responded publicly and privately to my last post. I didn’t mean to alarm anyone, I just believe in being honest and I wanted to hear what the rest of the world had to say on the subject of disappointment. And I was right, it’s a disease we all have in varying degrees.
Another THANK YOU! To SlushPileHell.com for this post:
Usually I don’t pick on a writer’s actual manuscript, but I can’t resist this humdinger:
“My legs are suddenly the consistency of Jell-O. I’m so glad I decided to wear my best jeans this morning.”
Oh, my bad. That’s not from a query. It’s from Fifty Shades of Grey. You know, that series that has sold 7 million copies. Please kill me.
I think getting rich and famous as a crappy writer is pretty much on par with winning the lottery. Some can do it, but not many and I’d rather not play that game. Shooting for Tolstoy from my desk! (Did he have ADD?)
Now for ketchup:
Still querying. Book is out in full to an agent.. very exciting! Waiting for words in the form of “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!” Also preparing synopsis for SCBWI critiques in Charlotte.. SO EXCITED for this one! Can’t come soon enough!
And in true ADD style, I started two more new manuscripts. Am fulfilling my dream of writing my Great^6 grandmother’s story only I’ve decided it should definitely be written a la The Golden Compass.. I’ll let you mull that one over for a while. Also started my memoirs. Time to get them out of my head whether they are marketable or not.
Off to feed a child or two.. or four… What do you do with your ADD? do you treat it or revel in it? Does it cripple you or shoot you forward at the speed of light? Wish I were a demigod somedays.. would make life easier. Maybe I’ll just order a Camp Halfblood t-shirt and pretend 🙂

Adios!!

