This is not me. But it could be.
When you invite a professional organizer and neatnik to stay for a week, you really ought to begin organizing your office sooner than two days before. Or buy a lock for the door.
It’s amazing how many things are more attractive to me than office organizing. Like just about everything.
I’m not exactly a hoarder, but my name is Carol and I am a Paper Addict. That’s right, I do not belong to the “paperless society.”
That’s because I’m a writer that began writing with paper and pen, and then typewriter, and then printouts of Word documents. I have reams of paper containing my pearls of wisdom and every time I try to organize it I get stuck reading it.
Like the poetry I wrote in 2004 after a trip to Key West with my lover of the moment, a guy who was at least 20 years younger, as I recall. But I barely recall.
Ok. I recall a few things.
I also found stuff I wrote 20 years ago. And almost 30 years ago.
Letters to my sister chronicled our horrible relationship long before its demise.
Terrible, thinly-disguised short stories made me cringe.
A few things were so good I kept turning them over, looking for someone else’s byline.
There’s a fantasy I have that one day I’ll have time to just sit and wallow in all this and something will come out of it: essays, maybe, or a book.
It’s hard for me to believe that I am retired and in fact, I DO have the time, if I want to.
But this began as a post about organizing my office and that’s how I want to close it: with a plea.
I would love your very best tips for home office organization. “Throw it all away” is not a tip. Just in case you were thinking that. Because M. has already suggested it.
My name is Carol and I am a Paper Addict. I’ve already admitted I’m powerless over it, so now I’m asking you for help. I’ll compile all the tips you give me in the comment section below into a post next month.