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“The Tangled Start of Something Brilliant”

Ever wonder if anyone actually makes it past your first paragraph—let alone the first few sentences? I do. Every time I finish one, I sit back, reread it, and think, there are so many possibilities here. And just like that—boom—the floodgates burst open, and all those ideas come crashing in like an overexcited crowd trying to squeeze through one tiny door. That’s the wild thing about my brain: it never stops creating. I can be knee-deep in one project, completely focused, when another idea taps me on the shoulder and whispers, “Hey, what if we tried this instead?” And of course, I listen. I always listen. Because honestly, I love the chaos. I thrive on it. Juggling ten ideas at once might sound overwhelming, but for me, it’s electric. Each thought, each line, each story fragment feels like its own spark—and I can’t resist chasing them all. So, stay tuned. I’ve decided that this week, I’m going to start posting some of what I’ve written. Maybe it’ll be messy, maybe it’ll be magic—but th...

My Brain Writes in Every Genre at Once

Thinking of a genre is like trying to bottle lightning when your brain’s already halfway to the next storm. My main love has always been Victorian Gothic — the eerie elegance of Edgar Allan Poe mixed with the pulse-racing dread of Stephen King. I live for those stories that crawl under your skin and whisper in your ear long after you’ve turned the page. But here’s the thing — choosing a genre when you’ve got an ADHD brain is… complicated, to say the least. Sure, I know what I love : dark mansions, flickering candlelight, ghosts that might just be metaphors for guilt. But then I think — what if I added a steampunk twist? Or a touch of tragic romance? And that’s when the avalanche starts. Suddenly, my head’s full of clockwork hearts, star-crossed lovers, and haunted laboratories, and I’m left wondering — do these worlds even belong together? And yet, maybe that’s the magic of it. Because with ADHD, inspiration doesn’t walk in a straight line — it sprints, leaps, crashes, and twirls. One...

The Perfect First Line (and the ADHD Circus Behind It)

Let’s be honest—the first line is everything. It’s that moment when you walk into a room and either make everyone’s head turn… or trip over the welcome mat. In writing, it’s the same deal. That first line has to sparkle, wink, or at least whisper, “Hey, stick around—this is gonna be good.” But here’s the thing: when your brain runs on caffeine and chaos (hi, yes, that’s me), crafting that “perfect” first line is like trying to grab lightning with a butterfly net. My mind doesn’t do linear. It sprints, leaps, somersaults, and occasionally does the cha-cha right out of focus. I’ll start writing one idea, and by the time I finish the sentence, my brain’s already moved on to the next three paragraphs. I can practically see them lined up like impatient toddlers screaming, “Pick me next!” Even as I’m writing this, I’m planning what I’ll say next… and the paragraph after that… and probably the title of next week’s post. But honestly? That’s kind of the beauty of it. Writing with a scattered, ...

Meet Me

The Mind Behind the Mayhem Hi there! Creating this blog was not easy. As you can probably tell from the title, my brain had about a thousand different ideas sprinting in circles before I finally landed on one: writing about exactly that chaos. I was diagnosed with ADHD at a young age and never took the medication prescribed. Honestly, I’m grateful for that—I’m convinced it would’ve nuked my creativity! Having ADHD as a kid is rough. You’re told to focus on one thing while your mind is already juggling ten others, all shouting for attention. But as I got older, I found a way to channel that chaos into something beautiful: writing. Now, at 36, I’ve spent the last six years in college earning my BA in English and working toward my MA in English/Creative Writing (which I’ll officially finish this November!). ADHD, it turns out, became my secret creative weapon—it cracked my mind open and let the words flow wild and free. Even as I write this, my thoughts are darting around like firefli...