I’m in the process of cleaning my desk. It’s a mess. It was smart to set aside space in the guest room for my office: I’m able to come here for peace and quiet when I need to get writing done, especially on Sunday afternoons. But setting aside a space for writing hasn’t helped with my tendency toward clutter. If anything, I’ve become messier.
I have a habit of jotting down story ideas on whatever scrap of paper is at hand when I have the inspiration.
- Here’s a broad overview for “Get Rich Slowly: The Book” scribbled on a napkin from a restaurant.
- Here’s a barely legible note — “How much in an emergency fund? — on last week’s shopping list.
- On letterhead from my day job, I’ve neatly printed notes describing “how to test-drive a career”. I have a rough outline for the entry. I’ve even written a quote from a Broadway musical related to the subject.
- I often get ideas while driving to and from work. I listen to many self-development books on my iPod while commuting. These frequently spark ideas. Here’s one: “Small town personal finance”
- On the back of library receipt I’ve jotted ideas for improving site layout. I remember writing these down while stuck in traffic.
- My wife and I recently watched a screener for an upcoming film about credit. I have several pages of notes on that. Far more notes than will ever make it to the actual review at Get Rich Slowly.
These are just a few of the notes cluttering my desk. Add to that the stack of personal finance magazines, the tumble of books, and the dirty tea mugs and you have a very messy space.
In fact, I shouldn’t even be writing this. I should get back to cleaning!