Does your desk ever reach what is defined as "insanely messy?"
Mine does, and this week it has reached the end of my tolerance. Although a master at organizing someone else's desk and keeping it that way, I seem to have absorbed through osmosis the ability my husband has to trash a desk and still work at it. I can't.
This is not my desk. It is a photo I found via Flickr and gives a clear image of what I'm dealing with. What you can't see is the disorganization in the rest of the room. That too is niggling away at my creativity.
Solution? Take a few days off from writing for reorganizing and cleaning up my space.
It will only mean a small amount of downtime and since we're about to hit our third or fourth heat wave since the end of June, I might as well focus on indoor activities.
Yes, writing is an indoor activity but somehow lately I've been bogged down with family "schtuff" and interruptions from Life.
However, in spite of it all, I'm getting close to those beautiful words, "The End," with the manuscript. And then I'll be seeking some beta readers so watch for the call.
In the meantime, remember this quote attributed to Albert Einstein:
Hmmm, maybe I won't worry about the mess after all!