It's the 4th of July and a beautiful afternoon is just beyond my window. The yard is in bloom and calling to me to come outside to write and sit quietly. But, alas, I'm inside the house trying to create order out of an accumulation of papers that spans 20 years. I haven't actually hoarded every paper I've scribbled on, but the addition of the ability to print, with the push of a button, interesting articles and entire short stories has added, in an exponential way, to my godawful accumulation of paper. Now it's time to get things under control. One very large garbage bag is full and I've started filling bag #2. I feel a little faint when I look at the piles of paper on the floor around my desk. I need to find a place for each category. Is it possible? When I get sick of looking at each individual item, I go to the file cabinet and purge some files from there.
My plan is to get the situation under control so that I can devote my limited writing time to finishing the rewrite on the novel. Yes, I'm referring the same damn novel I've been referring to for a very long time. I work on short story rewrites but I can't move on in a serious way until I finish what I've started. How do you eat a whale? One bite at a time. Unfortunately, I can't find my fork with all this paper all over the place!
Happy 4th!
My plan is to get the situation under control so that I can devote my limited writing time to finishing the rewrite on the novel. Yes, I'm referring the same damn novel I've been referring to for a very long time. I work on short story rewrites but I can't move on in a serious way until I finish what I've started. How do you eat a whale? One bite at a time. Unfortunately, I can't find my fork with all this paper all over the place!
Happy 4th!
"$20 fo sel"
