A Splintered Mind

Originally published at Absentminded Author, v2 . S ince this is a creative exercise, let's pretend it's actually Monday. Then let's pretend this isn't a picture of Earth. Describe the picture in a paragraph or two. There we were, fifty years strong and finally making headway in terraforming Mars. Even Grandma's Black-eyed Susans could take hold in the brittle Martian soil and spring forth with life without help, though Grandpa said those things could grow anywhere. Then the idiots on Earth decided to "dial down" the sun to stave off Climate Change. Nobody at the UN would listen to our cries for reason. No, they had a consensus. And so they nuked the sun. Grandpa says that if the sun doesn't recover soon, all that will be left on Mars will be Grandma's Black-eyed Susans to mark our passing. But he said not to worry. The UN knew just what to do to fix things. They had a consensus. ~Dˢ (Photo taken with Hipstamatic on an iPhone4) S...

Originally published at Absentminded Author, v2 . Oops. I'm sure my domain resolving to a Google error page was not quite what I set out to do. I just need an electronic monkey wrench and some virtual dynamite to get it all worked out. ~Dˢ Sent from my iBrain Update: FIXED!! 

Originally published at Absentminded Author, v2 . I've decided to leave Posterous. It wasn't meeting my needs. With the inability to moderate comments, and the latest domain name hiccup that inexplicably took my blog offline, I figured I'd just return to Blogger where my socks were already hanging over the fire. It'd be just as easy to repoint my blog here as it would be to tinker around the domain innards and get Posterous up and working again. I'll leave the old blog up for a while at douglascootey.posterous.com ; there were some great comments made on my posts I'd hate to lose. Otherwise, it's all five bars from here on out at my new location. So, hold tight. With NaNoWriMo around the corner, I plan on posting in this blog a bit more often. Life2.0 needs a kick in the pants, and maybe a new novel is just the ticket. It'd be much better than a new lover, or even a puppy. ~Dˢ

“It is a painful thing to look at your own trouble and know that you yourself and no one else has made it.”   ~Sophocles   That is sage advice, and advice many people should be open to, but I, perhaps, have taken that advice too much to heart. Sometimes adults with ADHD are so used to making mistakes that they assume fault when it's not theirs. That's what happened to me yesterday. As I retired to bed, I knew I had to be up in the morning for an appointment. That's what my calendar told me, after all. I never remember those things; that's why I write them down. So off to bed I went. I wish I had slept well , but I didn't. When the morning came around I was comatose and unable to move. I could hear the alarm going off—I could even snooze it—but I wasn't aware enough to realize what time it was. Snooze. Snooze. Snooze. An hour and a half later my mind turned on. Ohmigosh! I've got fourteen minutes to get ready and across town. And up I shot l...