My office always looks like a hurricane blew through it. A category 5 hurricane. Books and papers, notes and pens, folders and scraps of paper litter pretty much every free surface. And now, I've got a gerbil living in here as well. Chaos. Controlled chaos, but chaos nonetheless.
Well, since we're having a houseful of people coming on Saturday, I certainly can't have them see what a disaster area I work in - so I had to clean...
And you know what I found?
My office. My desk. My floor. =)
My desk is actually clear - I have space to work, space for my notes and files, and even space for the gerbil's tank. (Well, technically it's a cage, but she will be getting a tank. The cage spills fluff all over the place.)
Now, it needs to be dusted, but other than that, it's no longer the embarrassing hole it was. I'm not the neatest person in the world, and truth be told, I clean only because I have to. When I can write in the dust, it's time to dust.
The funny thing is, I like things neat. It's just that, especially when I'm working on something, neat tends to fall by the wayside as I build pile after pile of printouts of research I've done, or books I've pulled off shelves, never mind several drafts of manuscripts. And by the time I emerge, the mess is almost out of control. So, once every couple of months, I plow through everything and cull the herd, so to speak.
And now? Well, let's just say it's the neatest it's been since last October, when we first moved in. And I'll say what I say every time I get my office put back together -
"I am never letting it get this bad again!
"And this time, I mean it!"