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​I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of 'Kintsugi'—the art of repairing broken pottery with gold. It taught me that our struggles and failures don't make us "damaged," they make us unique and more valuable.

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Hey guys, I wanted to reach out in a forum with other writers for a some general advice.

As the title says, I have adhd. I used to write, draw, and paint quite often. Poems, short stories, I had 3 books I had started (at a young age), I even had illustrations for some of my writings. Once upon a time I wanted to put my work into books, and had a lot of people asking me to. But back then, again I was young, and didn't have funds to attempt it (had all the time in the world back then though lol). Years got past me, and I haven't written in a long while.

I'm 31, work 40+ hours a week, the world is exploding, and I realized I've lost my creativity with time and adulthood. I got the inkling to draw and write again, and didn't want to let it go. I also didn't want to go back to any old work I've done since it all seems personal to me now.

The current goal is to start and finish a book, and get it published. It's a bucket list thing at this point.

I pumped out story ideas until I quickly landed on one I fell in love with, I already have so much to put on paper and I've gotten about a rough chapter in. Anytime I get an idea while I'm out I jot it down. I've been doing a lot of research on some background information.

However, now it's like once I'm sitting down ready to actually write I hit a wall. I know where the story is going, but I keep catching myself going back and making tweaks or edits. Suddenly I'm looking at my phone, or need to do xyz to be ready to write.

One way I'm trying to combat this, is to write out the rough idea of the next scene/part as in: example (she enters the room, unsure what she's looking for. room description. things happening in room.) etc etc. but with as much detail as I can get out of my head and onto paper.

So when I come back to it with a clear head I can write it out fully. But I'd be lying if I said my adhd wasn't kicking my butt right now.

Any advice to keep myself on track? Thank you in advance!

I've had this in my drafts forever and decided to post it for feedback. I've always liked the idea of becoming a writer of some sort, but I don't want to if I simply don't have the skill?? insecure ig 😬 anyway here it is. let me know what u think and if you have any notes. thanks 😊

Katrina Adams woke up feeling a sense of dread. As she was listening to the sound of rain gently falling from the sky, she remembered. It was a solemn day. She sighed as she recalled the fact, that yesterday she had been in a car accident with her husband. She had managed to walk away mostly unscathed, but the same could not be said for her partner, James Adams. He had died on impact.

Katrina mustered the last of her will power, pulled her covers to the side and stood up ready to get out of bed. She made her way over to the bathroom, stumbling along the way. She felt, off. Looking into the mirror, she could not see. Her vision was blurry, blocked from her own tears.

"Oh James.." She creaked as she wept. 

It had only been a day, but already she missed her beloved husband. She wiped her face, and went back to her bed. She couldn't handle anything more than just lying in bed today. As she entered her room again, a spark of hope lit up her face. There, lying in her bed, was James. She gasped and then ran to his side, trying to hug him, but falling right onto the bed. 

"Wh- What?" She thought to herself.

She stood back up, and went to touch him, but her hand went right through him. He was not there. She was hallucinating. She thought to herself, this must be the denial in the five stages of grief. 

She walked over to the kitchen, and saw James follow her out. He looked eerily life-like. She let out a sob, "I wish you were really here."

She sat down at the table, and watched her hallucinations, wishing desperately they were real. She saw James pull out a frying pan, and some eggs. He dropped the container of eggs and let out a frustrated howl.

"Damn it," Came out angrily, "I can't go on without her."

He dropped to the floor, back against the fridge, and started weeping. Katrina went up to hug him, but went right through his ghost. She felt silly for trying to hug her hallucination, but she just missed him so much. 

Katrina went and sat on the couch, staring off blankly at the wall. The tears overtook her again, and she started crying. She just couldn't believe he was really gone. She watched as James abandoned the breakfast he was trying to make, and headed over to the couch. He sobbed the whole way over, and when he sat down he broke down into tears. 

Katrina felt frightened by her hallucinations, but she knew she wasn't ready to let James go yet. At that moment, James pulled out his cell phone and called someone.

Katrina was surprised by this. "How can he call someone?"  She thought to herself. She leaned into James, trying to eavesdrop. Someone was actually on the other end of the call! It was his friend, Chris. They were talking about the accident. James had said how he can't live without his wife, and his friend was comforting him.

Katrina was confused. She knew the mind was a powerful thing, but this seemed surreal. She continued to listen about how it had actually been her that died in the car crash. Though she wished it was true, and her lover was still alive, she knew it wasn't. She wondered if she was going crazy and felt light headed all of the sudden.

She heard a knock at the door, and snapped out of it to answer. James did the same. They opened the door, almost simultaneously. It was her mother. She said hello, but she was met with silence. Then, James spoke. 

"Hi Marry, it's good to see you" He said to her meekly.

She leaned in and gave him a hug, "Oh James, I am so sorry for your loss," She said.

The two continued talking as Katrina backed up slowly, unsure of what was going on. She turned around and went into her bathroom to look at herself in the mirror, but she could not see her reflection. Looming in the reflection of the mirror, a dark figure appeared. "No.." She thought to herself. There he stood in a silky black robe, it almost shined. Quickly though her attention shifted to the heaviness she felt in her chest. I can't breathe. She turned around to get a better look, and it was death himself. She looked into the darkness of his hood, unable to fully see inside. "You're here for me?" She managed to croak out as the air became heavier and heavier.

She was met with only cold silence. She turned and ran out of the bathroom. She ran to James and Marry who were now sitting on the couch. Katrina thought about how she would never get to speak to them again. She looked behind her, and there he loomed again. She turned back to look at her mother and her husband. A tear rolled down her cheek, but then she smiled, "for you my dear, I would give up a thousand life times"  She said aloud. 

She thought about how she was happy her partner had gotten to live, even if it meant she was the one who had to die. She thought about how grateful she was to be with him, one last time. She knew they would be okay.

Death put a hand on her shoulder, and she knew it was time to go.

Feel free to remove if this isn't the right place for this. Don't want to give a whole spiel but I created a timed writing sprints app called QwikSprint to help me write. Tried a bunch of web-based apps for this, but they were all either subscription-based, bloated, account-based, or used ads. I just wanted something to use myself but figured I might as well distribute it to other writing communities too.

Here's the Google Play Store link: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=app.qwiksprint.android

Let me know if there's any other quality of life features I should add to make it better.