i can't believe it's been over a year since i posted a picture of my desk. what does that tell you about my productivity (or lack thereof)? perhaps in fairness i should say that i have been working, but the desk has been a nest of random for so long that i have been despairing of ever getting it under control. the truth is it's definitely been worse than this in the past, but i guess i used to feel that any amount of scattered catastrophe was okay so long as there was some satisfying work going on. currently the state of things is catastrophe and total disorganization.
every weekend for the last several months at least, i have put on my list of things to do: clear desk. and every weekend i manage to not only not clear my desk, but scarcely get anything else done in my avoidance. i have this dream of what i want my desk to look like and what it will take to make it productive, but i'm pretty sure that's just rainbows and unicorns; clearly my working processes is doomed to this kind of constant disorder. and i fall into that trap of: well, if i only just had another bookcase. or: what i really need is one of those desk organizer things with the slots.
i hereby crown myself queen of the procrastinators. even writing this post is mostly just a way of avoiding facing the tasks before me. so many tasks. so little time.
if i can get this blog in some sort of decent shape today, that would be a victory. and, i don't know, maybe actually do some writing? if i were enid blyton, i would have finished ten books since the beginning of the year. looks like i have some catching up to do.
