Desk Revision

Okay so back on July 8th I was in DEEP. I was revising, revising, revising the MS I finally queried two weeks ago…and I was deep in Office Splat. I would like to proclaim that I ~finally~ rented that excavator and managed to pull myself from the heap. Being the day after Halloween, it was much like pulling myself from a GRAVE. :) But I PREVAILED, and here is my PROOF:

                           FOUR MONTHS AGO                                                 TODAY

SAD that it took this long. But hey, at least it HAPPENED! I actually sorted, threw away, and *filed* all those papers (after prying the file cabinet open with a crowbar – it fought NOBLEY for retirement). But I did leave the sticky notes…actually, there have been several sticky note additions, but you know, they don’t really get in the way so much as remind me WHY I’M HERE.

S was so ecstatic, he took me out to The Cheesecake Factory to celebrate, poor guy. He suffers in silence. He also suggested that my ~*creative energies*~ might flow more freely with the chaos gone…I was actually worrying the opposite when he said it, but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth in chocolate-peanut-butter cup-cookie-dough cheesecake, so I just nodded.

Moral of the story: Your desk will not eat you…unless you let down your guard. SIT STRONG my fellow writers, we’re in this together.

Down In It

I feel a bit guilty about choking off the oxygen to my blog, but these revisions are owning me. And I realized today that I haven’t cleaned off my desk in…longer than I’m willing to say…because ofthis BOOK. Agh! Luckily, S respects this as my space and doesn’t care if I crap it up (the food table is another thing). But today I stepped back for a minute and felt the shame. I MUST finish revising so I can send this thing off for crits and rent an EXCAVATOR.

Just to expose myself completely to head shakes and tsk tsks, there are at least three months+ of bank statements and a wedding invite RSVP I haven’t sent yet in that thing on the wall (I’m IN that wedding – so um, yeah)…There are Christmas cards, receipts, bills (paid/unpaid), uncountable sticky notes on every surface available (I have a sticky note problem – I stick sticky notes to sticky notes – I have a notebook that I write stuff in, and then stick sticky notes on top of the pages), a three pount free weight, two car registration renewals, an extra laptop battery, a christmas ornament, a birthday hat for my dog, a baseball hat I got for free, ~10 CDs in boxes, 2 loose, a copy of UGLIES I heart too much to put away, oh — and LOTS of CAT HAIR.

I know what you’re thinking…what about that nice black file cabinet…hmmm? I think it rusted shut.