Playwright at Work
Yes, that’s my desk. Really, I should say that’s my half of the desk. I work from the Archival Pile System, which means that if I’m looking for something, it’s in the pile, and based on when I think it went on the pile, I should be able to reach into the correct sedimentary layer and pull out what I need. It’s a messy situation here, complete with coasters, coffee cups, and a printer that has stopped speaking to my laptop.
There is a better way. There are lots of better ways.
Click over to Apartment Therapy and you will see some really lovely, well-organized desktops with plenty of color and style. What you won’t see is paper, or really, any actual work in progress. I am diligent about my “real” work and completely lazy about what I long ago decided was nonessential houseworky stuff, and I regret my bad attitude, I do.
I have the ambition to do a lot more writing--a lot more writing--in 2015. And that means: no more slidy pile next to the laptop. No more unresponsive printer. No more facing a blank wall. Mise en place. That’s the new plan. Really.
Any reformed desk-top slobs out there? I am taking advice.