I didn't start out to clean and organize all the junk in the apartment. I was looking for the manuscript of the first book I wrote so I can maybe start working on it again.
Naturally, I found it in the last unsorted corner in the apartment - all 473 pages of it. Meanwhile, I now have three newly dejunked, cleaned, and sorted closets. Wait until Jay comes home from Ft. Collins and sees this. Hah hah!
Of course, now that I've unearthed the thing, I guess this means I actually have to start writing again. Maybe I will start organizing that stuff before diving in. That way, perhaps I can stay coherent and not babble for pages and pages about total drivel.
I mean, if I want to write drivel, I come here, right?