Iagonised over how to start this article, and in the end, after much procrastination and indecision and many false starts, I started in the middle, wrote bits and pieces as they occurred to me, and these thoughts – which I’m writing now – popped into my head while working on something else. Naturally I stopped what I was doing to write this down.

If this all sounds disorganised, it is. But that’s the only way I can write, and sometimes finish, projects I start.

Finishing might not sound like a big deal to writers who can organise themselves, and stick to daily writing goals, but it is for me.

I have unmedicated combinedtype ADHD, and only got on the path to diagnosis aged 41. Finding out I had ADHD was a revelation I found heartening (because it explained everything) and depressing (because I’d struggled my whole life). I’d assumed my struggles were because of character flaws.

ADHD explains my countless creative ideas and unfinished stories, my disorganisation, my world-class procrastination. The