Although, judging by the look on her face, I'm not sure why I ever tried to emulate her, because she looks sort of unhappy, and at least I'm happy.
Anyway, the image above this paragraph is a better caricature of me lately, well, actually, her desk resembles mine. (Because it's invisible.)
I have notebook paper full of sentences I might use later, in addition to manuscript drafts, titles, phone numbers, etc....Although the rest of my house or apt. is clean and sort of organized, my desk and the little office I've made for myself are not, and lately it's worse.
I'm not going to bore you with my computer troubles anymore, but I do hope you will forgive me for missing Tuesday's Question yesterday, and I will say that it's the computers fault.
I mean, I think my computer should be smart enough to realize that now was not the time to announce that it needed "more space," geez...I am the human, the computer is supposed to be the smart one!
In any event, since I've been dealing with my computers breakdown, my life is running at a slower pace; I feel like a child with tangled hair in her face...but, the more I try to brush it, the wackier it gets.