Tidying Up

I've seen a number of memes floating around lately, some having to do with lofty lists of goals and others with quizzes, such as what type of onion dip are you. As it turns out, you won't find any of those here, not today, but I'm thinking of making a list of things I'm avoiding.

Blogging might be somewhere on there.

One thing I've avoided doing anything about is cleaning my desk. Oh, sure, I've thought about it and even admitted it needs to be done so I have a place to write, but that's nothing like actually doing it. The thing is, my desk is an excellent place to pile clean laundry, although it does wrinkle when left there for over a hour.

Since I was bound and determined to type at my desk this weekend I gritted my remaining teeth and sorted the laundry Saturday morning. Ah, the joys of fall underwear, which is indistinguishable from my summer fare. Once, when I was spent some time in Portland, I bought some flannel boxers up there, but like many things they've not withstood the onslaught of time.

Still, even removing the laundry left me with an extremely cluttered desk. It would take hours to sift through the paperwork and neatly arrange it in other piles to be filed later, so I made a rather unsteady tower, instead, and reclaimed enough surface area for my laptop, lamp, and coffee cup.

The sad thing is, after looking at the desk for over a month, it took me less than a minute to make it functional.

With that onerous task complete, I settled in to write, only to realize that my story had no better chance of success there than anywhere else I've been writing it.