So, my middle name is clutter.
Actually it’s not but for you writers out there, you know what I’m sayin’, right? Right?!?
- Notebooks and pens/pencils on every level surface.
- Books that we are reading for inspiration. Everywhere.
- Sticky notes and other things upon which we’ve jotted lines and ideas for current and future stories. Everywhere.
Our house is filled with them.
And a fish tank, various houseplants, two cats, three dogs, and four humans.
Hence, the middle name of clutter.
Let me just say that we will NOT, I repeat NOT get a RobotCub on a Roomba. I imagine getting up in the night for a glass of water, having forgotten that RC on a Roomba was standing in the corner.
I watch far too many horror movies for something like that to be in my house.
I’ll keep my clutter instead, thank you.
The pixies over at the Daily Post actually asked
Is there “junk” in your life? What kind? How do you get rid of it?
Of course there’s junk in my life–are they kidding?!? I went to school all the way through a doctoral degree; I’ve got cabinets of research articles, journals, and papers. I love to read so there are books all over. I have jumped full throttle into writing, so there are notebooks and stuff all over the place. “How do you get rid of it?” Really? Did they ask that? I don’t. That would be silly for a writer to get rid of the stuff that helps her write, don’t you think?
The dust is another matter.
If you have a spare Roomba (minus RobotCub), maybe we could get together.