I finally got around to clearing my desk of junk.  Papers, magazines, old bills, and various other piles of debris landed in the recycling bin.  Lo and behold, I found my desk. 

     Was this another delaying tactic on my part?  No, in truth, the desk was in dire need of cleaning.  I could’ve written my novel in the dust.  The heaps of crap stuff were beginning to block my computer monitor.  I can’t write if I can’t see the danged screen now can I.  When all that’s left sticking out of the detritus is a keyboard, mouse, and three quarters of a monitor screen, I think it’s time to clean.  I could call in Kim and Aggie and have them clean, but I don’t think my house is dirty enough to qualify.

     Have you seen those houses they clean on that show?  If mine looked that ghastly, I’d burn it down.  I certainly wouldn’t allow those two women and a camera crew to come in and film them screeching in horror at the filth.

     Does a clean and organized desk make you a better writer?  I’m not certain about that yet I’ll let you know.