Today is Tidy Desk Day, a kick up the arse for people like me who just seem to attract mess. Papers everywhere, notebooks left and right, an abandoned crochet project with my PC screwdriver wedged in it and my latest stationery order strewn across the disused desktop (not mine—the desktop, that is; the pens definitely are).
|There are times I think I should stuff a "Where's Wally" figure in there and be done with it.|
I'm hoping that at least in this case a tidy desk will actually lead to being able to write without having to dig around desperately for something every ten minutes or so. Although it probably can't do anything for chronic procrastination or mild ADD.
|Yes that is an old cellphone propping Sixteen up.|
While I'm more sure than ever that a tidy desk has nothing to do with a tidy mind, since mine's as cluttered as ever, it does feel nice to not feel penned (ahah) in again.
We'll see how long it lasts this time!
Tomorrow: Pencil Case Day.