Organized?

The world takes all types. My stories tend to be about balance, tolerance, and such. However, I will be the first to admit I am a failure at organization. Stacks of papers, books, and other stuff litter both my home and office. Along with puppy fur, dust, dog toys, shoes, stray socks, more puppy fur, etc. No, gentlemen, not every female is a good housekeeper.

Thankfully, I have a friend who is good at organization. She's taken me to get a planner, set goals, track goals... heck, set more concrete goals. Like a certain writing contest with a deadline in November. I'm seriously trying to hit that one. But she's also a bad influence. *grin* I've found myself organizing my stuff lately. I've run the vacuum for more than chasing hairballs out of my shoes.

And horror of horrors... I've been making lists. The lists actually started a while ago under the influence of the Webyeti. But she's perpetuated and pushed it further. I even made a list of what tasks need done to clear mental space for writing. I need to immerse myself in the mess again... reclaim myself. *grin*