You wouldn’t have been able to tell by watching me, but I did manage to produce almost 1950 words earlier this evening. I had a hard time staying focused, and, even though I swore up and down that I was bidding adieu to Facebook until I had finished, that wasn’t the case.
I was skittering back and forth between Word, Facebook, and my Gmail account, often after only writing a sentence or two. I am not sure if that confirms what many people throughout my life have suspected: that I have ADHD. That condition, although real, is way over-diagnosed, as I think it may have been in my case. (When I was in first grade, I was taking thioridazine, which I don’t even think is on the market anymore. I have never heard that one of my many diagnoses was schizophrenia.)
Growing up, I heard a lot of cracks about “hyperactive kid” and “hyperkinetic kids.” A friend of Susie’s has been diagnosed ADHD, and she has received plenty of grief about it from the kids in her school (she’s a sophomore). In anger, she posted a video suggesting to the people annoyed by her ADHD, “Drink this!” while holding a bottle of dish soap toward the camera. “It contains bleach!!” I can understand her feelings.
In my writing, I have always been reluctant to use onomatopoeia when describing events. (That’s an excellent spelling bee word, although Todd Rundgren recorded a very clever song about it. It’s a word that describes a sound: bang, crunch, crack, hiss.) I’ve avoided them because I always thought they served their purpose better in graphic novels and comic books.
Mad magazine satirized the use and overuse of onomatopoeia in a story called “Sound Effects.” It was just that: no dialogue, just sound effects.
I’m still not back on task. According to the stats, I’ll finish on December 5 at this rate, but I’m sure to have one of those days this month when I’ll be able to catch up. Still not sure if the manuscript will be finished by the 30th, or if I’ll just reach my quota between the two projects.
But that’s a worry for another time. Tonight, I will be rewarding myself at the Gateway Cinema near campus, watching (the first time for me) A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984). I’ll be going there on foot, which means weaving through all the drunken clowns celebrating OSU’s victory over Minnesota (31-24). I was forced to listen to it while I was having my late breakfast/early lunch at Tim Horton today en route to the post office. Football season makes me feel like an early Christian huddling in the catacombs.