I'm not proud of what I'm about to show you, but sometimes there's just no choice.
My phrase for the year--in case you forgot over the past two weeks--is You Make it Happen.
I was smart in that I didn't state exactly what I wanted to happen, just that I'd make it happen. But, one of the main things I'd like to accomplish is to get organized.
So, first off. "Hi! My name is Margie and I am a clutterbug."
Phew! That felt good.
On Monday, I took these pictures of my writing space.
Is it any wonder I haven't written anything substantial in months? Even though I rarely sit down and write here, usually I take a notebook to B&N or Starbucks, this are is indicative of my mind. How does one focus through all the clutter?
My days off were Tuesday and Wednesday. I pulled by old Kindle Fire off a shelf, charged it, and put on The Handmaid's Tale--which I'd been meaning to watch since before it actually premiered. And hunkered down to work.
|That pink bag in the back right is filled|
I went through my pens and threw a quarter away and packed half in a baggie to share at work, keeping only the ones I really want. Of course, now I have room to go buy some more. NO! Stop it.
I took down a bulletin board that was no longer served as such since you couldn't get a tack in or out--it was that old and warped. I replaced it with some triangle cork things which opened up that wall to hang some more crap. I love that corner wall filled with pictures, writerly things, and momentos of people who mean a lot to me. You can't see them, but the white magnet board has magnets with Liz and Nan's bookish info on them. There's also agent cards I received at conferences but never sent the book in because I haven't finished it. Someday, maybe...
I took three boxes to the Humane Society Retails drop off. I bagged up some Lego sets to make room for books on my shelves. I put the shopping tote bags into my car so maybe I'll actually use them.
I still need to go through my file cabinet and the drawers, but I made definite progress. And that's my goal for the year. To take my house and garage apart in tiny increments and declutter. Next, the kitchen table.
And here are the results of my labor. The new, improved writing space. And did it work? Did decluttering my writing space declutter my mind and let the muse free? Yes, I wrote three pages yesterday. So, there you go. I made it happen.
May you have a great Thursday that propels you into a wonderful weekend!