Over at Murder She Writes, Karin Tabke (whose book Good Girl Gone Bad will be excerpted in Cosmopolitan’s November Issue) mentioned how disorganized she was. I put this in comments over there, but I thought it would make a good blog.
How lazy and disorganized can anyone be?
I’m in between books, just coming up with the new one, and so I decided to tackle the mountains of paper and newspaper clippings and doodles on small slips of paper with phone numbers for names I don’t know and Publisher’s Weeklys from last December and newsletters from MWA, Sisters in Crime, Novelists Ink, Southwestern Writers (thank you, Thriller Writers, for sending only email newsletters - which reminds me I’ve got to clean up my millions of emails) and old circulars that got mixed in and the seven or eight notebooks I started and never finished and printouts of stuff from three drafts ago.
Five hours later and three HUGE garbage bags of all this stuff plus whole newspapers (with “save this” written on the front) and I could finally dust my combination desk and bookcase, and sit down on a couch where the cat barf didn’t vie with the four-color brochure of Randy Graf for Congress. (Randy Graf is a former golf pro who looks like he left the kegger too late and spent the whole night looking for his Camaro.)
So, Karin, to answer your question, my life is a mess! A little less messy today, but now I have to tackle the approximately five million files and 2 million slightly-different versions of my latest book somewhere in My Documents, but because our laptops keep giving out, and we move everything back but not to the same place, every time I’ve turned on a “new” computer it’s like coming home to a living room where somebody moved the furniture.
This is what happens when the weather is so damn nice all the time that I move my “office” outdoors and write from a chaise lounge.
How do you deal with clutter? Or are you neat?
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