Both my husband and I are writers. He works a rent paying job; I had to leave mine due to health issues.
When I had to stop working I was so happy. I would have time; something I always complained there was never enough of in my life. I would write. I would have a clean house, and finally I could be organized.
All of my friends can stop laughing now.
Almost two years later, I am organized, kinda sorta.:) It's what my husband calls "pooh" Organization. That's his nickname for me. And what great organizational wizardry might that be you ask? I call it everything in a pile and every pile in its own place. When it gets too much I do a massive weeding.
Years ago, my mother had a sign that stated "My house is clean enough to be healthy and Dirty enough to be happy."
That's my motto as far as housekeeping is concerned.
I've learned over the years that I may not be organized, my house may never be listed in House Beautiful, however what I can do, I do well. And that is telling stories. I like to think it's the Celtic blood and my mother's maiden name of Joyce has to count for something.
So my house may not be organized, or the cleanest in the world. Emails I receive from fans tell me I'm on to something. I'll take that over organization any day.
However, if someone sees the cleaning fairies can you please send them my way?