How organized are you, is everything running smoothly? I look at my writing desk or my computer area, which doesn't really look like that photo, but close enough. To look at the mess of papers, yellow tablets, my coffee mug and books, it looks like a cluttered mess, all in a shambles one might say; but, I know what's there, even if it isn't organized.
My tablets are full of unorganized tid bits of information that I jotted down when the thoughts and ideas hit me. I sort them out when I need them. There's even phone numbers written down and phone messages among the pages of information that I use when my creative juices are flowing. This mainly happens when I am rudely interrupted by a ringing telephone, or someone is calling my name. But all in all, I get it all sorted out because I know the heart of it, even if someone else looks at and and says..."What the heck? How can you work in that?" Well, it's like this, the organization is in my mind, that's a safe place for it to be as I see it. I just use the clutter on my desk as stepping stones to unleash what is in my mind.
Have you ever put something away and forgot where you put it because you were being organized? My tablets are my file cabinets where I keep information before everything is transferred and ready to be typed and saved.
Well, as long as my desk looks like it needs some attention, it shows that I am busy, a writer at work. When the desk is clean, nice, neat and orderly....then it's for show. It says that I have nothing going on, or that I'm not working on anything. But we all know that's not true, for I am always working on something and that's the reason my desk looks the way it does. No mess=No work. No work= no inspiration, finished. But I am always being inspired. Hey, something inspired me to write this and I am not even sitting at my desk; I am at my kitchen table. This just happened to be where the inspiration followed me and my writing tablet, and Shaboom! This is what come of that sudden inspiration.
I am going to have to transfer this thought to my blog later, because right now, my computer is in use by my granddaughter, doing her homework amidst my mess. She doesn't mind and neither do I; sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do in the name of education, so I let her borrow my space. Oh crap, she just took over one of my empty writing tablets that was waiting for me to fill its pages with tid-bits of information, ideas and inspiration, which has nothing to do with an organized desk. As I see it, my writing life is running smoothly.