When I get back to New York, I'm going to get organized. I know, I cleaned my room a few months ago, but it's a mess again. And has been for a while. And my work in quotes has suffered.
The biggest disaster about my room is that I have no dresser. All of my clothes are packed into a bookshelf, and whenever I try to find a particular item, I have to fling piles of clothes onto the floor.
I would use Joe and Brooke's closet, but even though they've offered to let me use some space in it, I've felt like an intruder the couple of times I've been in there, and would rather avoid the closet if I could. They beat me to the apartment by a few months, fair and square, and inevitably put their stamp on some things, even if unintentionally. I feel very much at home here, but the house closet will always seem like Joe and Brooke's closet to me.
Besides, I have to walk out of my room to get to the closet, which defeats the purpose, since the point of having a closet rather than stashing your clothes in strategic spots all around the world is so you don't have to be prancing in front of everyone, naked.
1. So I'm going to get rid of the bookshelf (landlady willing), and get a dresser.
2. Then I'm going to get a desk for writing.
3. Then I'm going to buy a giant corkboard, so I can write scene outlines on notecards and post them on the wall in order, like professional screenwriters do.
4. I don't remember what I meant four to be when I wrote the subject to this entry. A. Cleaning my room? B. Getting cotton bedding? Check on B!
5. Use my humidifier every night again.
Anyway, hat tip to McKee and Pressfield for this new organization binge of mine.
This is more of a reminder for myself than anything else.