Work is giving me ADHD. To be precise, the need to work is giving me creativity ADHD. I’m one of those people whose mind keeps popping out ideas, even when I don’t want it to, like when I’m in the middle of a different creative endeavor. Or when I have to shut it out because I really have to work. Or when I’m at the toilet.
Here’s how my mind works:
1. Think up some creative project that I want to do.
2. Start to work on it. Like really work on it. That’s it, bitch; really get in there.
3. Gaze awkwardly at the grossly inappropriate thing I just wrote.
4. Realize I need money.
5. Realize I need to work to make money.
6. Forget about what I was doing and work, work, work. Zog zog.
7. Think up another creative thingy while working.
8. Rinse and repeat.
What that leaves me with is a metric shit-ton of unfinished things on my plate, and since I can be a perfectionist about doing the things that matter to me, they’re a long ways off from being completed. Right now, I’ve got the following in the works:
1. This story.
2. This other story.
3. A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure type story that pays some (see: not enough) money.
4. An entire blog that revolves around stories.
7. A cooperative comic project with Lauren as the photographer.
8. A rather dramatic comic project that I hope will be part of a larger project.
9. A comic project starring James Franco as my sworn nemesis.
There was supposed to be a tenth in there, but it’s sadly become obsolete.
I wish I had the luxury of time to focus on being creative. Being an adult can really suck sometimes. I blame James Franco.