Work Space

To my eyes, my desk is a mess. About half of it is full of knick knacks and bins to sort junk (holiday cards, wedding invitations, things I have picked up but not stored where they could go) and junk mail (credit card "convenience checks" and other things to shred). The disarray spills over to a side table. There are boxes on the floor.

It is not dirty, or particularly cluttered. Scraps of paper with notes relating to my recent/current writing project pile up in a too-be-recycled stack. On the desk are objects that I love, like the glass jars with candles, and objects that are useful, like the little analog clock. This corner also contains a shelf heavily laden with my bead supplies, notebooks, letter boxes, and my inkwell and other letter writing paraphernalia. Naturally, the wall hosts an array of oddities as well: a Chinese paper fan, a Japanese O-bon fan, a box of minerals and shells, a photo of a beach at sunset, a fairy print by Amy Brown.

This has been my fiction writing space. It is largely wrong for anything else in this condition. My desk does have to serve other creative uses. If I had the space, I wouldn't want to spread out too much since that usually just means that the mess has more room to grow. If I want to steampunk those 3D movie goggles today or if I want to draw (doodle, really) that I will have to clean today. Since it is nearly Lunar New Year, too, some end-of-the-year cleaning seems in order.

Not too much cleaning, though! Today is a precious free day, and I have creative energy to tap.