As someone with- how shall I say it- "questionable" focusing ability, I'm always fighting the urge to allow myself to be distracted. Thanks to the internet and social media, there's never a shortage of distractions.
Gee, thanks, internet.
What I need is Laser Focus. And I don't have it, not even close. But it is possible for me to focus for short periods of time, say, an hour or so.
I'll be honest, I'm tired a lot. That's mostly because I don't get enough sleep, which compounds my focusing problem. But something has to give, right? I just can't sleep 8 hours and take over the world. So I'm going to update the Blog® as often as I can without lowering the quality of my posts. Where does that balance lie? I guess I'll have to find out. For now I'll be working on material for some nonfiction books, and I'll post some of that here when I can (hint: some of it is already posted!) and I need to focus more on that.
Have you ever felt like you just didn't fit in? Like you were standing in a crowd, and everyone there was oblivious except you?
To some extent, I've always felt this. Growing up in rural Louisiana meant that most of my friends never shared the same interests that I did. I was reading horror novels when I was ten. Was reading epic fantasy and sci-fi when I was twelve. Was into games and adventures and things most other kids didn't care about. You see, my brain has always been somewhere else. (My apologies to all the teachers I had growing up... it wasn't you, it was me. I'm sure what you had to say was interesting, if only I'd been on Earth at that particular time.) Mostly, I was somewhere else, or wishing I was.
As I grew older, my penchant for feeling like a stranger in a strange land intensified. The more amazing new worlds I discovered, the less interested I was in this one. And without knowing it, I was slowly detaching myself from life in general, in exchange for something that was only a fantasy.