Deadlines, dyslexia and distractions… oh, my! Sounds like something Dorothy should say as she’s skipping down the yellow brick road, right? Well, slap some ruby slippers on me and let’s grab the Cowardly Lion and the Scarecrow, because I’m right about there.
Normally I love deadlines, they give me a reason to get busy and stay focused. This time however it seems like everything is trying to conspire against me to even really get started on what I need to do. Given a week to expand my manuscript, especially right before a weekend, would normally be an awesome timeline for me… normally. However, this weekend my mom turned 65 and of course we had a party with one hundred people invited. Yes, 100 people were invited and I had no idea how many of those would really show up so I tried to prepare for the worst. So, Saturday was a combination of get everything gathered for the upcoming party, take the youngest munchkin to his Karate and get a few things done around the house. By the time it was all said and done I had a headache that wouldn’t let go and went to bed way too early for a Saturday night. Sunday was the party and making 96 cupcakes took the morning and the party went through most the afternoon. I had the perfect opportunity to edit while hubby took the kids to a movie, but an idea for a new chapter to a whole other story took hold and… yeah… the rest of the evening was gone. And so now the week begins.
I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if I could just sit down at any time and get busy. Unfortunately I’m apparently not wired that way. When I was a kid, the term Dyslexia came about and I asked my mom if I had it. After all, even before the age of nine I could tell something was going on; I’d transpose numbers or drop words, and having to read aloud was an extremely painfully embarrassing experience… I’m sure my teachers thought I was an idiot half the time even though when they spoke to me they were impressed by my grasp of the subject at hand. With that knowledge, it would make sense to check, right? Wrong. At the time, anyone who was deemed as ‘Learning Disabled’ was labeled throughout the rest of their educational career and often not given the same classes. So, her response was, “No!” Now at times I really wished she would have made a few calls to see what needed to be done. Of course now I really don’t have that excuse except, “I’ve made it this long, why bother now?” So, it’s been a sort standing joke in my family when I get my left and right mixed up, or get frustrated because the map I’m reading isn’t making sense (I used to navigate great, but now… not so much), or read aloud and start one sentence only to finish with a whole other one. Now though, it’s not so funny. I’ve got a job to do by a certain time and at the moment trying to get it accomplished (especially when already tired) is beginning to look like a monumental task. It doesn’t help I have almost constant distractions.
This weekend I told a friend of mine that I saw a checklist for Dyslexia and had to wonder how I’m able to function at all. Then I laughed and told her that I thought about trying to find one for ADD but didn’t want to press my luck – she laughed with me and said that it was probably a wise choice. I’ll admit it, I get distracted – A LOT! It’s not on purpose, it just happens; there are quite a few things out there and sometimes a person can’t help but get sidetracked by them. Between a wonderful hubby who will suddenly want to share a piece of news he read, children who can’t help but barge in and ask about a play they want to be in for Christmas, an oversized puppy who thinks he’s one of the kids, a parent who has enough issues to fill volumes of books, grandchildren that are a constant worry, and a business that can produce phone calls in the middle of the night or during a birthday party on the weekend. It’s called Life and I enjoy it… immensely.
So, will I meet my deadline even with all the above mentioned? Yes! How? Coffee, music and an understanding family, who realizes that I’ve still got work to do – even after they’ve gone to bed. That and maybe a few bars of, “We’re off to see the Wizard… the wonderful Wizard of Oz…”