Every now and then my Close Personal Friend Susan Elizabeth Phillips sends me a picture of her office, which is always expensively spotless:
You know how she got that picture? She has a freaking balcony in there because her office has cathedral ceilings. So I send her a picture of my office, which has no ceiling because I bought a derelict cottage in the wilds of New Jersey and then tried to move from a 4000 square foot house into 900 square feet of charming shanty:
This is usually where I say something about how creative people can’t work in spotless environments, but clearly something must be done. In my defense, I’ve been dumping anything paper-related in here for months with the idea that I would organize it as I went . . . yeah, that’s not gonna work.
I’m going to have to clean my office. Hell, I’m going to have to paint the floors, build the bookcases, and install the ceiling. Sigh. Never buy a derelict cottage. The work never ends.
I sent the picture to SEP. I haven’t heard back. She probably had a heart attack, but she’ll be okay because her office is completely sterile so they can probably just operate on her right there . . .
Edited to add:
This is Susan’s idea of a REALLY messy office. You’ll notice she needed help to get there. Amateur.