Starting meds tomorrow. Pretty much the same stuff I was in high school.
My goal is to get my depression/lack of focus under control enough that I can make that final push to get my writing out there. I feel like lack of productivity is the only thing holding me back at this point in my life. I've had several years to convalesce and I feel like I've used that time wisely toward my long-term goals.
There's an old anecdote (not sure if it's true or not) that when Abraham Lincoln was once asked how he would spend his time if given three hours to cut down a mighty tree, he replied that he'd spend the first two hours sharpening the saw.
That's kind of how it works when you're a writer. You have to spend a great deal of time honing your craft, developing a unique style, spinning prose that doesn't bore people to death. You have to learn how to make the difficult decisions, how to tell a story efficiently without being so ruthlessly efficient that you lose your style, how to follow the rules, and how to break the rules in such a way that people can tell you know what you're doing.
Another important thing I've been doing all these years is trying to figure out what I'm good at. I think historical fiction is an area where I can distinguish myself because, as a number of people have pointed out, I can write it without being dry. I discovered that I can write high-caliber mind-bending SF and I want to try other things. That doesn't mean I won't return to that but I'm not limiting myself either.
So basically, "The Linen Butterfly" will be my last SF novel for the foreseeable future. That's high in my queue. Then I'll follow that up with "Wake of the White Ship."
Very few writers make it before 35. I'm 32 and some change. I can do this. I just need to overcome that inertia and the lingering effects of a nasty breakdown.