Six years ago I had made up my mind that I was going to write. I grabbed my laptop and I worded as many words as I could. It felt GREAT and it was amazing. The only problem was, I have ADHD. My hyperfocus kicked into hyperdrive and all I did was sit in front of my laptop wording those words. My dishes sat undone, my bathroom looked like a bomb had gone off in it, and my body was starting to smell a bit. At one point I looked up from my writing and looked around and I was appalled at myself. Instead of spurring into action to correct the mess, I sat and had a good cry. I didn’t know where to start so it was easier to bawl about it than to pick a spot and go from there.