Coaster

My desk is covered in one of those big desk pads--I'd guess about three-feet wide--and it's bright pink. Or as I refer to the color: Patti Pink.

I also like to drink coffee or water while I'm writing. I used folded up paper towels (at least two of them, sometimes more) to protect the desk pad from spills. Almost worked. I spilled on my right-hand side, where I didn't have any protection. sigh.

Anyway, I've been using the folded up paper towels which were taking up space, but were the best solution until I ordered the Coffee Lovers sticker kit.

I wanted the stickers, and while I knew there were coasters in with the set, I didn't think about them. They were just part of the set and whatever. I have the coffee stickers and a coffee-themed journal.

But then I had this idea. Instead of the paper towels in my office, why not put one of the coasters to work?

This was actually a most excellent idea. The coaster takes up less space than the paper towels did and it's large enough to handle my big coffee cup and my water bottle. Win!

I still have one more coaster in the box with the stickers. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with that, but it's there if I need it.

Never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad to have this coaster. 

Unending Washi

I just realized I don't have a picture of any washi tape, so the picture I'm using has dots. I actually like these dots although I haven't used many of them because they're usually not handy. I've mentioned my ADHD and out of sight out of mind problem. Maybe 2027 will be the year.

Because maybe by 2027 I'll have my washi tape wound onto the washi cards that I mentioned a while back.

I'm still winding tape. Sigh.

Part of it is because I have a lot of washi tape. Part of it is because days can go by when I don't touch the project.

However, winding washi tape is surprisingly good for thinking. While it's not exactly the most fun thing I've ever done, there's something soothing about it. Something that gives me time to think about my stories and where I want to go with them.

The soothing also works to calm me down. I had a very hectic morning recently, one where I hit the ground running on multiple fronts, and by the time I worked my way through it all, I felt frazzled. I finally grabbed some washi and started wrapping it around a card. It took two rolls, but it did relax me again.

I have decided that I'm not putting all the washi on cards. The really wide washi? That's staying on the roll. The brand new washi? That's staying on the roll, too.

Overall, though, this project has been good. I'm discovering washi I didn't remember owning (it's that pesky ADHD thing and object impermanence again). Once I'm finished, it's going to be so much easier to find what I want.

Just need to get there first. 

Wrong Place

I use craft carts to store my supplies. There's the stamp cart with all my inks, stamps, cleaning supplies, and acrylic blocks.

I have a sticker cart which I've been trying to reorganize for what seems like forever. My original tactic of stuffing stickers into whichever book they fit in wasn't conducive to actually finding the stickers I wanted to use.

I also have two other carts. The carts are wheeled out as I need them, otherwise they're tucked into the craft room and out of the way.

I do have one cart that's out all the time. It has a lid on top of the highest shelf and I store my planners there as well as other books I grab every day or at least nearly every day. At the moment, while I work on a washi tape organization project, a second cart is beside it.

And this is where the confusion set in. 

The middle shelf of my primary cart is overloaded with small cards and A6 folders storing my icon stickers. They're tipping over and it's very annoying. So I went looking for a clear storage solution. (With ADHD, it's out of sight, out of mind.) I finally found something that might work. The length and width were perfect. It was a little taller than I wanted, but it was worth a try and I didn't have to buy a package of ten. I could buy one. Perfect.

Then I made a small mistake. Instead of taking overnight delivery, I said, sure, deliver it with my Subscribe and Save order. I don't need it right away.

And then the storage box arrived and it was high quality. It fit on my cart perfectly. I loaded up the items on the top shelf of the washi tape cart into it. Absolutely perfect. Well, almost. They sides were a little high, but I decided I could live with that.

Did you see what I did there?

I bought the box to handle the problem on the second shelf of the everyday cart. I used the box for the top shelf of the washi tape cart.

That's right, in the span of four days, I forgot what I ordered that storage bin for and promptly used it for the wrong thing. I realized that when I tried to get a marker out of the middle shelf of the everyday cart and had to fight my way through the paper that's leaning over.

Sometimes my brain can be frustrating. I looked at the storage bin filled with items on another cart and it worked so well that instead of emptying it out, I ordered another bin. This time I chose overnight delivery since it was free. 

Adventures With Rice

To say I hate cooking is to understate it. Loathe doesn't quite touch the exact amount I hate to cook.

Of course, I have to do it whether I like it or not.

One of my biggest challenges is rice. Even using a timer, I have charred rice to the bottom of the pot. It reached the point where I just stopped making rice.

Then someone told me about rice cookers.

I was intrigued. It knows when to shut itself off and go to warm mode. No more ADHD time blindness making me soak pots of rice in water until I can unstick from the bottom.

So I bought a rice cooker and then didn't make rice because I was concerned I'd mess up this, too.

But on Monday? I took the plunge. I read the instructions. I watched a couple of videos about the rice cooker. I boldly proceeded to make rice!

Well, maybe the right phrase is I timidly proceeded to make rice.

I was confused at first. Did I leave the rice in the basket or did I put it in the bottom pot thing. (FYI, it's the bottom pot thing.) Once I figured out where to put the rice, it was easy. Press on, press whole grain because it's brown rice, and let the cooker do its thing.

An hour later, I had perfect rice.

Although I think I maybe should have added salt to the water? Not that it matters. I made it to go with a stew, so it will have stuff on top of it.

The only thing I didn't like about the rice cooker was that it didn't beep to tell it me was done. It had been warming for 15 minutes before I went to check on it. Since the instructions said to let it sit for another 10 to 15 minutes if you prefer softer rice, I would have let it wait anyway, but it would have been nice to know when the 15 minutes began.

Other than that, I'm excited! I can make rice now whenever I want without worrying about adhering it to the pan. Rice cooker for the win! 

My ADHD: The Magic

If you read Tuesday's post, I talked about having a sobering look at how my ADHD brain is different from a neurotypical person's brain. And that while I wasn't depressed, it was disheartening.

This post is part two.

Sunday I was writing. Not fast, I'm a slow writer because I think too much while I write. I basically put the ADHD thing out of my brain, but I wasn't chipper or excited about how finding out just how different I am. That planner video was an eye-opener for me, and it made me do a re-evaluation of myself.

I was working on a side project. This was something I started when I wasn't able to write and just needed something to get the words flowing again. It ended up being more than that for me. I wrote one sentence for my heroine in her Point Of View and magic happened.

In less than fifteen seconds, I had the complete setup for a trilogy where the book I was writing was book 1. I tied all three books together and gave them a series title. I had the heroes and heroines of the other books. I had the basics of how they meet and what the issues were.

In less than fifteen seconds.

If I had to describe it, it was like a pinball machine where the ball keeps hitting bumpers, illuminating them until the entire machine is lit up.

I was excited! I had three heroes, three heroines, I had secondary characters, I had how the three books connected together, I had a series name, I had a series logo. I had the books connected. I had nothing but the first book when I started writing it. It wasn't even supposed to be a book when I began, it was supposed to be a novella.

Apparently one of the good things about ADHD is being able to make connections very quickly. I did. It was like the pinball going ping, ping, ping and boom. Trilogy.

I don't know how it works for neurotypical writers. Maybe they have this happen to them, too. I have no way of knowing since I've never had a different brain.

But if what I read was correct, and if I was able to put an entire three-book series together in less than fifteen seconds because of ADHD, well, I'll keep my brain, thank you very much. The struggles I deal with on a daily basis, the ones that make a daily planner mandatory, not optional, are worth it for the magic I experienced that Sunday. I was flying, and after that initial burst, more and more ideas kept flowing.

Yes, I do have to use a "garbage eve" sticker every week to remember to put out the trash, but I also had magic happen. Worth it.