Writing with ADHD is like. Gotta write on my phone. Wait, too caught up in the little details. Gotta type on the big screen, get the big picture. Gotta write in my notebook—get the ideas from brain to paper as fast and unfiltered as possible. Phone time again. Gotta have my little drink. Where's my notebook? Oops—I daydreamed the same scene five times in a row, forgor to actually write it. Gotta write next to the big mirror and make faces in it, act things out. This is the best thing I've ever written. This is dragging on so long, too long, nothing's connecting right and nobody's ever going to want to sit and read through this for so long oh my gosh—or maybe it's okay. Yeah, it's okay. I can only think about writing. I can't stand to think about writing. Where's my notebook? Gotta write on the big screen again. Gotta have my little drink.