Scraps of Paper

I cleanedoff my desk today. It’s still not clean; but since it won’t ever be, I’m happy to have everything in nice tidy stacks.

There’s the my-friend-loaned-me-this-book-months-ago-and-this-letter-is-overdue stack. (Quite depressing. I try not to look at it.)

Then comes the makeup my mom bought for me, and I’m supposed to try soon. It’s not writing related in the least, but when something is waiting for a place to go–it lands on my desk. (Besides, my MC Kiera keeps her makeup on her desk and...