Words Are Hard, Redux
Jun. 3rd, 2026 09:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raptureofthemoonI have started my prompt response for the week one Summer of Clones event on Tumblr at least five freaking times so far.
Each start has been...not bad. But has felt like it just wasn't quite what I wanted to pinpoint. Not quite how I wanted to start.
I'm hoping this last one is. It feels a little different. Fingers crossed.
It doesn't help that every time I've started writing the last few days, I get interrupted by one cat or another yelling about something (they're old, they're loud) or Matt trying to talk to me about something annoying at work.
I finally told him last night that, the way I am with writing (fiction) right now...interruptions for me feel akin to how many ADHD people talk about interruptions.
It absolutely crashes my focus. It warps my thoughts. I lose the thread I was trying to pull and everything unravels and I lose all my words.
In the past, that hasn't been as much of an issue.
But since it's been over a blooming year since I've written much, I am on the struggle bus. And every noise, every meow, every "hey, this interesting/annoying thing--" is working my last nerve.
I know some of this is the mental pressure I'm putting on myself.
I don't write well when I'm tense.
And while there's no real need for that tension (this is a hobby)...it's still there.
And it will be until I can prove to myself and my scumbag brain, once more, that I have the capacity to write out even a small story.
Each start has been...not bad. But has felt like it just wasn't quite what I wanted to pinpoint. Not quite how I wanted to start.
I'm hoping this last one is. It feels a little different. Fingers crossed.
It doesn't help that every time I've started writing the last few days, I get interrupted by one cat or another yelling about something (they're old, they're loud) or Matt trying to talk to me about something annoying at work.
I finally told him last night that, the way I am with writing (fiction) right now...interruptions for me feel akin to how many ADHD people talk about interruptions.
It absolutely crashes my focus. It warps my thoughts. I lose the thread I was trying to pull and everything unravels and I lose all my words.
In the past, that hasn't been as much of an issue.
But since it's been over a blooming year since I've written much, I am on the struggle bus. And every noise, every meow, every "hey, this interesting/annoying thing--" is working my last nerve.
I know some of this is the mental pressure I'm putting on myself.
I don't write well when I'm tense.
And while there's no real need for that tension (this is a hobby)...it's still there.
And it will be until I can prove to myself and my scumbag brain, once more, that I have the capacity to write out even a small story.
