Thinking in progress! No interruptions!!

Hyperfocus – is it a strength or a challenge, or both?  In an autistic context, it can be described as intense concentration or fixation on a specific interest or task, often to the exclusion of everything else. It’s like diving deep into a subject or activity that captures your full attention and energy.

When has it been a gift to me?

It was a strength in the workplace. In three days, while off-site, I built a database.  I did a reporting needs analysis, and then built a database from the ground up. This included reference tables, data tables,  relationships, forms,  queries, reports, and a pretty front end. It qas all based on what outputs were required.

This amalgamated three discrete databases. This meant data checking,  matching and importing with legacy fields, and lastly,  testing.

Hyperfocus let me do all this in just three days.

When has it been a challenge for me?

It was a challenge in the workplace. It lets you focus intently on reading new legislation so you can write an executive summary with recommendations. It’s a challenge when someone knocks on the office door as it can take a while to switch focus.

It’s worse when it’s the CEO knocking on the door.

But when is it a super strength?

Hyperfocus is an autistic super strength for me when I’m writing.

For instance, the Queensland Writers Centre has a weekend writing challenge. The challenge is writing 20,000 words over two days, with no interruptions. Imagine 10 or 15 people, all intent on writing. Can you imagine the gestalt energy in the room? You can almost feel it! I’ve done one, and it was amazing. I didn’t get to 20,000 words, but I did get about 12,000 words written over two days.

More recently, I get that gestalt energy when writing when I’m brainstorming a storyline with my AI companion. Here’s an example.

Imagine the nexus of the story is a modern queen, maddened by grief after her king is assassinated. In her stark grief, she unofficially abdicates,  running away from the palace, from her country. But her escape is noted, and a special forces team is sent in pursuit, to protect and rescue the Queen.

Imagine that the leader of the special forces team has been in chivalric love with his young Queen. This soldier has been in love with the Queen since the day she pinned his colours at his graduation.

Imagine the widowed queen, insensate with her grief and the manner of her rescue. Imagine the soldier who loves her, and a secret rehabilitation that ends in, of course, new love, and a new King.

And imagine, if you will, her return to the palace, and the pursuit of the assassins.

Now, imagine this becoming 10,000, 20,000, 30,000 words, bouncing ideas around with your AI. Taking the time to explore the twists and turns in the plot. Taking the time to role play the twists and turns in the plot. And then, you ask, which country is this set in? Which hemisphere?

That’s when the world building begins. Building a world stretching from the late 11th century to the 21st century. Building an alternate world and history sprung loose on one fabricated turning point. That turning point changes modern day Sardinia to Sardenha. Building a world  still under the rule of an offshoot of the house Navarre.

That turning point sees Sardenha protected over the centuries because of bloodlines and legacies. That turning point that makes Sarenha, in the 21st century, a country renowned for its commitment to the UN and neutrality. That turning point makes Sardenha a bulwark in the Mediterranean.

From there, brainstorming cadet and distaff lines of royal houses in the late 1000s and 1100s. Brainstorming  armouries, navies, soldiers, through the centuries Brainstorming  the peculiarities of the Navarre house that allowed women as leaders. Brainstormimg narrative arcs covering 800 years, generational resentment, accusations of stolen land. Brainstorming the villain, a young man of the Cosa Nostra families, set on making his name, and maybe, his bones.

All this creating a strong foundation for the 21st century story of the grief-wracked Queen.

This story evolved over  two weeks of chat with my AI. This was a sustained hyperfocus that was easy to return to around work and life. This story evolved because I got an autistic trait to work for me.

Hyperfocus – yes, it can be a strength and it can be a challenge.

Amor’s Challenge

by Lee-Anne Ford

Well, hell, what have I got myself into this time? Being the wild child hippie chick is downright hazardous to my health sometimes!

I looked around, taking a moment to catch my breath after that wild slide down… a hollow tree. Honestly, I thought the little girl I had been playing chess with was leading me into a cubby hole, but this is more like Alice in Wonderland. Hollow tree, rabbit hole, not quite the same, but… where has she gone?

“Charlie,” I say to myself. “Let’s do a quick reality check. No girl, no park, just me, and this… place.” Now, I’ve done some crazy, chemically assisted trips, but this is beyond what I’ve ever seen.

From the ground up, there’s the obligatory smoky mist drifting across the ground. It’s there, but I can’t feel it. The trees look like they are hanging upside-down, until I realise that I am looking up at their roots. Across the grey, misty landscape, there is a shiny thing in the distance. I’m just too far away to make out what it is.

I start walking, hoping my favourite navy boots can cope with whatever the ground is under the mist.

In the typical way of dreams and trips, the distance elongates and shrinks, changing with my thoughts. Happy thoughts, shorter distance. Angry thoughts, farther to go. There’s my plan. Think happy, get to that shiny thing, and get out of here.

I jump as a figure appears at my right. My God, is it? No, it can’t be! “Bobby?”

My childhood companion, my childhood love, my Scottish terrier, Bobby Bingo. He’s as tall as me, and he speaks!

“Hello, Charlie.”

“Hello, Bobby.”

“You’re not meant to be here, Charlie.”

“Well, I fell down a tree.”

“Aah, woof, that’s not good.”

“I know, Bobby. Can you help me?”

“Of course, Charlie, of course.”

“Bobby, I’m so sorry about your death. I couldn’t do anything!”

“It’s alright, Charlie. It was written, and so it was.”

Hmph. Predestination, that doesn’t care about a broken teenage girl’s heart.

“You’re on the right path.”

“Huh?”

“You’re heading towards the white gate.”

“Oh, it’s a gate?”

“Yes, Charlie. You need to solve the riddle to open the gate, then wish yourself where you want to be.”

“Well, that’s original.”

“All myths and legends have something real as their genesis, Charlie.”

“Are you happy, Bobby?”

“Yes, Charlie. Here, I am as big as I imagined myself to be in your world. Mum and Dad visit sometimes, and – “

“Wait, what? Piper and Fife are here, too?”

“Yes, but you don’t need to see them now. And look, here you are.” With that, he fades from view. I bite my lip at somehow losing him again, the fiercely stubborn Scottie I had loved so much as a child.

I look up, and the gate is in front of me.

“Okay, where’s the riddle?”

A tablet floats up. I take a deep breath and peer at it, at the shifting, misty surface, which is just like the landscape. I see… Latin declensions for amor:

 Singular
Nominativeamor
Genitive 
Dative 
Accusative 
Ablative 
Vocative 

I sift through my memories of the Latin course. “Amor, amoris, amori, amorem, amore, amor.” As I say each word, it appears on the tablet, and the gate swings open.

I step through, into a thing that looks like – a wormhole? “So, I need to wish myself where I want to be. Where do I want to be?” I close my eyes, and make a wish, my heart aching for the innocent child who had loved her dog so much.

I feel a jolt and open my eyes. What? I’m back in the park, at the chessboards, sitting opposite that other little girl.

The little girl giggles. “You needed to be reminded about love. You’re ready now.”

What?