I May Have Forgotten This Website Exists...

 Dear Readers,

Today you will learn something about me that I don't really talk about. I mention it to people when it's relevant, but other than that it's my little secret. 

Before I tell you that, let me tell you this. My secret doesn't excuse me. It doesn't mean I think I'm blameless in any situation that arises due to it. It's just the reason it happened.

I have an executive function disability. Part of it is that I cannot control when I remember things. It's not unusual for me to forget people exist, if I have work or not, whether my children are at my parents house or school, if I've eaten in the last who knows how long, even if I have things I use daily at home. 

What does that mean, and why am I telling you? It means that muscle memory is the only reliable memory I have. What that means for you is that occasionally I'll forget this site exists.

This time around it's because I've had my phone in Do Not Disturb and forgot to make sure alarms came through. I even forgot I'd put my phone in Do Not Disturb. In fact, at the moment of writing this my phone has been dead for an unknown amount of time because I forgot I had a phone until I put my hand in my coat pocket and it was there.

There are workarounds in place, which keeps me functional. No workaround is perfect. This is an example of that. 

Now we've got that out of the way I'm going to pound out a few posts for you guys. I've set up reminders so I don't interrupt the rest of my life, or burn myself out creatively. In fact, I might even send the POV tests I've been doing for It's Complicated. I think I've finally nailed both of their voices.

If you have any questions, concerns, comments, or are also neurodivergent and want to share? Please put that below! I'd love to hear from anyone on the site. 

Well, love/hate. Who wants to be perceived? Not someone who got a good review on their book and is convinced it's fake praise. Or who's terrified of letting people down because their brain is missing a few wires. Not that person. 

Oh, I'm not talking about me. You're talking about me. Wait, no, just leave a comment. K BYE


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