I sat down to write at nine this morning. By nine-thirty, I had a fresh Word doc open, three tabs of research that had nothing to do with the chapter, and a cold cup of coffee that had already been reheated twice. ADHD isn’t a personality quirk. It’s an empire-level sabotage system lodged in my … Read more
Every industry has its con, and writing’s con is productivity porn. You’ve seen it. The endless reels of people in spotless offices, typing on their glowing laptops, sipping their overpriced match like it fuels genius. The captions scream things like “Just wake up at 5AM and you’ll finish your novel in six weeks!” Sure. Let … Read more
Because nothing screams stability like being awake in the pitch-black hours, brain running a thousand miles an hour thanks to ADHD, hammering out thoughts about obsession while nursing caffeine jitters from a drink I swore I wouldn’t touch past midnight. Here’s the deal: obsession gets dressed up as drive when society wants to market it. … Read more
I should probably start this by admitting I never meant to write Inventory. I sat down one night with every intention of outlining something normal. A dark romance maybe. A thriller. Something marketable. Instead my brain, bless its feral ADHD logic, went: what if men were the ones shoved into collars, filed, processed, controlled like … Read more