I went upstairs to my room so I could sit at my desk. It was writing time. I wanted to be an author, but unfortunately writing books is a lot harder than thinking about the books you wanted to write. So I got out my current project, the first book in what I hoped would become a fantasy series. I tapped my pencil to the paper, but the words just didn’t want to come. And yes, I still use pencil and paper. Call me old fashioned but it worked for most writers in history and so it worked for me. Eventually some scenes came to mind, but unfortunately they were scenes that would take place much later in the book. I sighed, frustrated. Tis the life of a writer with ADHD, to be constantly thinking of every scene but the one you are trying to write.
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