“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.”
~ Groucho Marx
The Universe isn’t sentient.
Readers are sentient (mostly)
Neither the Universe or the reading public owe me a favour or charity.
It is popular to say, There is a remarkable sense of entitlement among writers. We all expect (nay, demand!) overnight success and that every man and his dog (good dog) read our every word and buy our books and leave reviews and so on and so forth.
I’ve blogged before about my diagnosis of ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder).
It’s a contentious condition. Some believe it’s nothing more than an excuse for drug companies to medicate children.
I used to think that it wasn’t a real condition and the symptoms came on when kids were on lifestyles high in sugar and low in physical activity.
Some research and the risk of losing my job sent me to a specialist who agreed with my doctor’s diagnosis and I’ve been on Ritalin since November 2014.
The difference is remarkable. I can focus now. I can do things. I am no longer like Ozymandias, in Watchmen watching all those televisions at the same time.
Ritalin is a stimulant, it’s an upper. It boosts your brain’s feel-good chemicals – which you would think is the last thing someone with hyperactivity issues would need. Right?