I Have No Brain

I have a cold, and no brain for writing. I do have moments of energy, so I’m sorting through my office, my poor overcrowded, multitasking office. Computer room for three people, office for two, storage for anything that doesn’t have a home anywhere else. I want all the space, for me, for writing. More than anything, I want a sideboard so I can stack separate projects and not have them all in a single muddled pile on my desk. Someday. In the meantime, kleenex in hand, I sort and search for more dreck to get rid of.

Maureen