F*cking Clutter

It’s late. I don’t want to blog. But according to the new regimen I’ve set for myself, I have to.

I did stop and clean my office first, though. That’s where this idea came from.

Over the last few months, I’ve traveled quite a bit. Conventions. Renaissance festivals. Trips out on the town dressed in head-to-toe zombie makeup. I’ve been all over the place, and my office reflected the chaos of my current schedule–jewelry everywhere, suitcases crammed in front of closets, books and bookmarks all ov...