Mid-novel messes, dealing with

Okay, I may work well in less-than-tidy circumstances..but stuff on my desk is getting out of hand now. I have piles od stuff to file, piles of stuff to toss when I get around to it, and a few things I KNOW I've lost and that have to be somewhere underneath all this mess. It happens that way when I've been just adding to the piles already there because I was busy doing something else and didn't feel like stopping that for long enough to straighten the place up.

AAAARGH.

Tidy up time. At least a cosmetic one, making more coherent piles.

'scuse me while I scurry off and do that.

While procrastinating...

er, um, while tidying my desk...

this email arrived from a friend of mine who seems determined to derail me from going back to work.

Go read this, even if you can't pronounce Cthulthu:

http://www.tomsmithonline.com/comedy/thing_in_the_crib.htm

Me, I'm going away to get another cup of coffee and rinse my brain out with bleach...