I started excavating my office today. Yes, you read right: excavate — my son just asked if that was wish fulfillment; like, if I write it, it will become?
Because my office has gotten to the point there isn’t an inch of space to put anything, including my computer, and I swear, if there’s even just a mild earthquake, I’ll be buried under papers and books for years.
But look, I needed all those research books. And my girls’ series books? I love rereading them. And I had to store my author copies somewhere — what better place than a sorely needed closet? But then that kind of cluttered up is my wealth corner (oh, that’s why …) However, I thought those milk crates made a great file for my paper manuscripts, even if it did block one of the bookcases. And I did make a path to the printer around the first of my to-be-read piles.
The desk is impossible. I pile everything on it, including my jewelry, and various files and papers I need. Hey, no problem, I’ll just sort through it tomorrow and neatly file it all away. Well, except, I have to clear off my chair which is piled high with family papers, a basket of jewelry, books, CDs — and there’s the second of the to-be-read piles on the floor under my desk.
Okay, I’ll get the stuff off of the files by the window. No, can’t get to the window till I clear away the stuff on the floor. Or sit till I clear off the chair. Oh rats — the wooden coat hanger on which I store my tote bags (twenty at last count) just cracked under the weight and is leaning on the topmost milk crate where I store my purses. Which just slid to the floor.
Where there is the third of my to-be-reads piled in a department store shopping bag. But never mind that. I have to pick up the tote bags — and put them where? Maybe John will fix the coat rack, because there’s no room on the back of the door where I hang all my pocketbooks.
Okay, leave that for tomorrow. Let’s see — what can I accomplish today? I can’t even look at the pictures of my friends I have hanging around the desk — I’ll feel too guilty — they’re all so well-organized and get their work done without all this mess and fuss …
I think that’s all I can do today. I turn out the light and walk into the hallway where the fourth of my to-be-read piles rises nearly halfway to the ceiling. This is the one thing over which John might divorce me. He doesn’t believe for a minute I’m going to read them all.
But you know I will, don’t you? Even at the expense of clearing out the office. Someone has to do it. Wouldn’t you?
Is your office even as remotely cluttered as mine is? How do you keep it all together? Any tips?
Thea Devine’s books defined erotic historical romance. She’s currently working on a contemporary erotic romance. Her sequel to The Darkest Heart, Beyond the Night, will be published by Pocket Star in 2014. She is speaking at the NJRWA Put Your Heart In A Book Conference in October.