I have been finding it difficult to concentrate lately. My energy has been scattered. My attention has been lazy. My motivation has been lackluster.

I slogged through a week of that, then decided to do something about it.

Yesterday, I cleaned my desk.

Gone are the dozen of sticky notes crowding my keyboard. Every task or story idea or random note about print book prices are imputed in the appropriate electronic files.

Into the trash bin went the notes for the outline of A Fistful of Frost and some old ideas for Tiny Glitches. (How do these things stick around so long?)

I dusted. I paired down my knickknacks. I purged my desk of non-writing paperwork.

When I came into the office this morning, a sense of lightness came over me when I saw my desk. I had space.

Space to breathe. Space to think. Space to create.

Today, I got more writing done than I did the last two days combined. I think I’m on to something here.