Acomplish This

    I would say that I have about two more hours of work to do in my daughter's room. I have already spent at least ten hours in there this weekend, but you should also know that it has been almost done for months.  The walls are painted, beautiful.  The rug is up, great! The floor is done, minus a couple of throw rugs, hooray! The books are on the shelves, good for me! The fish tank is clean, I rule!
    What's left you might ask.  Ahhh. What is left could very well take the average person an hour.  It is two baskets of random items that I found in my heavy duty cleaning rampage.  Two big baskets.


Why Nothing Gets Done 
   This is where it gets rough.  This is when the room looks great except for two big baskets full of things that need to be either thrown out or put away.  This is when I walk away, I'll do it tomorrow, I'll do it next weekend. I never do it, and thus my collection expands, instead of going away where it should be, I move to another room and begin it all again.
Again, I say ahhhhhh. 
Ha-ha-ha, try living with me, I have trouble living with myself.
I am writting to you dear blog, hoping that just rereading you will help me see what a nut I am.  I am obviously aware of the problem, so what's the big stinking issue.
I'll let you know what happens - it's Sunday 2/6.

Check Out My Take on Hyperfocussing

     I said I would come back to it, so here I am.  For those that do not know what hyperfocussing is I will give you a brief definition.  I say brief because their are so many different definitions, and theories of who is prone to hyperfocus.
     My definition is my own words and relates only to ADHD.
     To hyperfocus is to pretty much zone out everything else around you and actually concentrate on a particular craft, creation, thought, character, etc.  Often times people loose complete track of time during hyperfocussing and don't pay any attention to other things around them.  Once interrupted from their state a person may not be able to get back into the same focus they had held.
For a more formal definition go somewhere else.
For more on my thoughts and how I hyperfocus check out my Hub at http://hubpages.com/hub/Hyper-focussing-and-Adult-ADD

Me, Myself and Chaos

     I have been clinically diagnosed with adult ADD.  I leave off the H because there is nothing hyperactive about me.  Aside from hyperfocussing, but we'll get to that later. 
     Lot's of people tell me that they also believe that they have ADD. I wonder when we were all struck with symptoms of such an up and coming epidemic. I was never diagnosed as a child although after a few tests and a look back on my entire personal life a psychologist made it very clear that I was indeed a child with Attention Deficiet Disorder. It certainly explains a lot. So aside from the many that believe they are in a similar boat, there are just as many people that question if ADD even exist at all.
     I am a firm believer in "to each his own" but for the fun of it I'd like to give some examples of what my life is like and has been like for years.
     
I once lost my keys two minutes after walking in the door. I had only gone two or three places when I walked inside with a handful of things. Nothing else was missing. Lots if people loose their keys, but it doesn't take most people three days to find them. I thought my husband was going to kill me.


I have scrapbooks for both of my children. My daughter's scrapbook stops at her third birthday, and my son's scrapbook stops at his third month. My daughter is now 8 and my son is almost 6.
    
I have started seven blogs in two years - 6 of which have bored me after a week but I think I finally have it this time!

I am adamant about changing the job I have held for seventeen years. So adamant about it that in the past year I visited three schools, and actually went back to school for Facials and Spa Treatment for three months. Sadly it was the money that forced me out of that one but I'm still looking for something new as well as trying to save up, yeah right, so I can go back to school.


Throughout my childhood (13-18) I started at least 25 novels and made it about halfway through, most of them having over eighty pages.  Moving on to my early adult age (19-30) I started about 15 more novels all of which have anywhere between twenty-five and one hundred pages, throw in seven screenplays (another whim) all half finished and you have those eleven years of my wannabe a writer career.  I took a long break when my children arrived.


Over the past three years I have started three new novels, one of which is done except for major editing, and two of which are almost ready for editing.  All three have over three hundred and forty pages.  Aside from those I have also picked up ones from years past and added anywhere from twenty to one hundred pages.


I need alarms to remind me to look at the gigantic calendar hanging in my kitchen.  In fact I need alarms to remind me to write things on the giant calendar in my kitchen.


My work office is full of yellow sticky notes, some of which don't even make sense and other that are from a year ago and still in a list of things to do pile.


No one at work is allowed to put important things on my desk, and it's not even my rule.


This is a first draft list and I do plan to add to it as I remember more crazy ADD related things that I do.