Flitterdee and Distractions

So, I don't know whether any of you are aware of this, but I am an incredible bundle of attention deficit and obsessive/compulsive issues in my personal life. I can focus at work and multitask fairly well there. I think it's because at work there are things I have to do within a limited time frame. There aren't many options when you answer the company telephone. In my own personal world and on my own time? I'm a disaster area!

For instance, I wrote a novel in November with National Novel Writing Month. You would think actually writing the 50,000+ word draft would be the hard part and that jumping in to revise and edit it would be a comparative breeze. But, then it was the Christmas season and we took a couple of fun weekend trips. We had a wonderful Christmas and...I completely forgot about the novel!

January came and with it intense cold temperatures that makes one want to just huddle in a chair and read, knit, or play games on one's new toy from Christmas. Days disappeared. I jumped from starting knitting projects to crochet projects to knitting projects. I finished a simple scarf or two, but mostly I would start something, unravel it, and start something else.

I cleaned weird things in the house, like the soap off the rack we have hanging in the shower for our soaps and shampoos. I dusted the tops of the doors off. I reorganized my jewelry box and my closet, by color and size. (By the way, Alan, it makes me a little crazy when you hang a pink sweater up in the blues. Do you do that on purpose? I think you do.)

I did print my novel so I could review it on paper and start edits. (I edit better on paper. I always have. I don't know why.) I three-hole punched my printed rough draft and put it in a nice pretty binder. I put it near my favorite recliner so I could get started right away. I also cleaned and organized my knitting/crocheting area by my recliner so it would all be neat and tidy for editing. The novel is still there. I think I read three pages. If I only read three pages, doesn't it mean it's boring junk? Or, is it that since I got it all out of my system, I'm "done" with it in a way? Do I really want people to read what I wrote? It's about growing up in West Texas in the 1960's. Would anybody be interested in that or do I have delusions of grandeur to go along with my ADD And OCD issues?

So, I haven't really accomplished anything much in January. I haven't edited my novel, started or finished any real knitting/crocheting projects, or decided what I want to do when I grow up, er old. I have kicked a bad habit and that's pretty rad. I've flittered around and around all over the place. Maybe I need to get back on my medication OR I could flitter around some more. The only thing is...my wings are tired!