You guys. I felt like writing again this morning. It's weird. But I'm just gonna go with it. I mentioned some context surrounding where I am in my personal life in Episode One of the podcast, My Autism DISCO, and I'm going to reiterate and potentially expand slightly on it here because it feels important… Continue reading Fuel.
Author: HildeMac
TFW absolutely nothing about you changes, yet you suddenly feel like a next-gen sleeper Cylon.
COVID’s a big, fat jerk.
Okay, first off, you guys wanna know something cool? Excellent, then, I shall tell you. This is what's cool: People are still reading my blog. Which, you know, may not sound that terribly exciting upon first glance, as the entire point of a blog is obviously for people to read it. But blogs are all… Continue reading COVID’s a big, fat jerk.
Explosion paralysis.
YOU GUYS. For the record and for those perhaps wondering: I didn't die. Which is maybe something I shouldn't joke about anymore after my dad's death last year. Maybe. I'm actually dealing with an epically fraught stretch of explosion paralysis, a term you're no doubt unfamiliar with, considering it's a somewhat nonsense phrase I recently… Continue reading Explosion paralysis.
Well. Fuck.
Friends, I've been putting this off for quite some time now. And I've been doing that for various reasons, but mostly it's because my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer on Valentine's Day, and despite being one of the fortunate few with an operable tumor that hadn't yet metastasized, he died unexpectedly on Easter Sunday.… Continue reading Well. Fuck.
The Thralldom of Hyperfocus.
Dude, did you-all know that "thralldom" is a fucking word? I, for some unfathomable reason, did not. Or, I mean, maybe I did? At some other moment in time that has absolutely zero bearing on this particular moment in time because that's not really how my brain works? I guess we'll never know. Anyway, I… Continue reading The Thralldom of Hyperfocus.
Starting over again, you say? Shit. I could do this alllllllll day.
And by that, of course, I mean I'm forced to do this all metaphorical day if I ever want to actually, you know, accomplish anything. Like, say, this blog. SO! HERE WE ARE! And yes, beginning this blog (again) with the sole intent of actually keeping it going (again), only to have life lob a… Continue reading Starting over again, you say? Shit. I could do this alllllllll day.
Research, Rambling, and Ricola.
Friends! It's nearly 17:00 and nearly dark! The perfect time to finally start my Monday post! Seriously, though, after pointing out that telltale ADHD approach to my goal days last time, I did actually consider starting this one over the weekend. But that's as far as I got. So, once upon a time, I was… Continue reading Research, Rambling, and Ricola.
Whatever this is.
Oh, Frigga's Day. This iteration of you has not been my favorite. Also, I just realized if you know enough about the subject, you can tell I have ADHD just by how I approach my Monday/Friday posting goal. My default way of thinking about a deadline that comprises an entire day isn't that I should… Continue reading Whatever this is.
ADHD is a BFD.
MY DUDES. So, I don't know if you noticed, but... I totally missed my Friday post. Wah-wah. And sadly, it's not because I just blew it off or forgot or lost track of what day it was. I actually worked on it for hours, right up to and beyond midnight, in fact. It was already… Continue reading ADHD is a BFD.
One of these things is not like the other.
Well, friends. In typical ADHD fashion, I have been working on my next post for days now while simultaneously trying to overcome the growing sense that I seemed to, in fact, be writing at least two if not three entirely different posts all at once. Which, you know... Welcome to my brain and all that.… Continue reading One of these things is not like the other.
Ware the Words 