I have a dreaded disease. I have writer’s ADHD. There is so much swirling around in my head on a regular basis that I go on sensory overload. I save as much I can, scribble down the ideas that flow through me, and feel defeated when I see only two of the thousands that are there have developed into something.
I visit my blog page, click on the “works in progress” tab. “Weathered” stares me in the eye. I hear Blair’s voice in my head. “You didn’t finish the art gallery yet. And I still don’t understand why everyone’s out to get me!” Then I feel guilty. I let her down. I berate myself because Kate’s calling, wanting me to end her torment already and finish that NaNoWriMo project. She wants her story on bookshelves and I’m standing in her way, because I waited too long to return and forgot where it was going. There’s In Time, to which I finally have the full plot line. I have unfinished short stories on my desktop; stories that could be submitted to one place or another, yet I don’t. I get distracted by the shiny new prompts before me.
I have dreams. I want my published books on the New York Times best-seller list. I want people all over the world reading my stories. I want mail piling in with demands for my writing. I want to win contests and earn money doing what I love the most- writing. I’m even considering pursuing a degree in creative writing.
I want more than my fifteen minutes. I want to be a household name. Now, if I could just finish a story.
What are your dreams and the obstacles standing in your way? Feel free to share your thoughts in a comment.
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