I'm concerned about the feng shui in my office. I think it's the main reason I often have issues writing. Is mental constipation possible?
I get lost when I try to organize and as a result, my ideas and inspiration careen off of dusty souvenirs, stacks of business cards, a printer that hasn't worked in a year, and magazines from when Clinton was in the White House.
The muse takes one look at the office and says, "HEY, HIRE A MAID!" I think what I really need is three dudes and a dumpster.
I'm at a point in my life where I think I need to let some things go. I can get by with less stuff.
Sure that was once a great monitor, but it hasn't been turned on in months. I'm sure someone somewhere needs a monitor. Why not give it a good home and free up some space where my ideas can breathe.
And these 3D glasses. I kept them because I thought they'd come in handy for ......... well, I can't remember what I was thinking. I've got to be brutal.
......You may not believe this, but I stopped typing long enough to shred the paper-framed 3D glasses. The gig is up. I'm serious. Nothing is sacred in this room. Well, maybe the Mac and Jilda's laptop, but everything else better justify itself or it gets the hook!
I'll have better feng shui very soon. Anybody need some calendars from 2003?