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I think I have diagnosed one of my many mental illnesses. It began as a small problem, then slowly splintered, spidered and morphed into many little problems.

I have Writer’s ADD.

You’ve never heard of it? Well, I just patented that one, too. I’m sure it will get quite popular. Unfortunately, the only treatment is actually indulging it. So it’s a hopeless cause.

I can handle these blogs with no problem because they usually focus on one subject and don’t take longer than a few hours to write (max). But I admit that I sometimes have multiple drafts open at the same time.

Now that I’m trying to work on some “novel” concepts, I’m having serious trouble. Focusing on one story, that is. I have a lot of ideas, I’m not running out of creativity. I think I’m actually full of TOO MUCH creativity.

I started with my original idea, one that had been broiling in me for a while. I created a folder on my computer to store all those important, pertinent documents. I gave it a name, because I couldn’t leave it “New Folder” and I hate “Untitled Project” ‘ it sounds a bit pretentious, and I’m not in the film industry, and my salary reminds me of that.

So I called it PlanA.

And PlanA chugged along and all was good in fine in Sara land.

Until another little story cropped up. Actually, it jumped up, in the middle of me typing a PlanA sentence. It said, Hey! I’m interesting, too! In fact, I’m REALLY cool. And impatient. So start me now. Now! It’s a good idea, because everyone needs a PlanB, right? And you’re so rational. So reasonable. PlanB is a good investment.

And PlanB was born.

And they chugged along. choo choo choo.

Except now, there’s even Plan I. I skipped a few letters for pure academic flashback nightmares, but still nursing quite a few. They fight with each other for airtime in my brain. If they’re lucky enough, I’m already sitting in front of the computer, and I’m able to put down a few thoughts.

See, even blogs take on a life of their own…I was supposed to be talking about those olives, wasn’t I?

Here’s the picture at least…