I don't know if I'm going to be able to complete a story for the FCRW spring anthology. I keep starting and then switching horses. I don't know when or if this problem will resolve. I'm tired of people saying, "Well, if you just do it like I do."
Yeah, but that's you. It isn't me. What's going on with me isn't what's going on with you.
That's why other people's How To Write The Right Way advice never works for me. Perhaps it doesn't work for most people with ADHD or such. It wasn't created for us.
4TheWords has been a great help for me.
To be clear, 4TheWords is not an all-in-one document creation program. It does not have planning and editing features. It is strictly an online word processor.
Some people find 4TheWords "too basic." At least this is the description used by one of the writing sprint livestreams I occasionally attend. He asked which writing system people in the livestream used. When I said I was using 4TheWords for composing because it helped improve my focus, he got attitude.
Just an FYI, ridiculing something that is helpful to your neurodivergent overlords will not endear you to us.
I'm only joking about the overlords thing. I really hope people knew that without my say-so, but one can't be too careful these days. Anyway, that exchange made me a bit salty, and I didn't attend those livestreams for a while.
As it happens, I used 4TheWords to compose this post. I am currently battling a creature called a Ylly with my words. I'm a fan of the Ylly because it looks like an eldritch horror.
The above statement paints you a picture of who 4TheWords will appeal to: neurodivergent nerds. I am nothing if not a neurodivergent nerd.
It's taken me a long time to accept my differences. I will never be the model for a Hallmark author heroine. I lurk about in my bedroom/office in the old house in the middle of nowhere where I ended up planting roots. The decorating scheme in this room is not just nonexistent; it's ghastly.
The guy who owned the house before we did drank a lot of beer and smoked a lot of wacky tobaccy before imposing his ideas on this unfortunate house. The paneling in this room looks like the side of a 1970s station wagon. I'm not even kidding about that.
Bad decor aside, I feel like this house was meant for this family. Perhaps one day we can afford to make it look pretty inside. Even if that's never possible, I'm still happy to be here. I was unsettled for much of my life, moving every few years. I think this place is the last stop before I head to what Stephen King calls the clearing at the end of the path.
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