I'm still not finished cleaning my office. CRAZY, I KNOW! But I actually gave up on it yesterday and came back to it today. I do have an excuse: my husband is horribly ill and I'm taking care of him. Also, I've been reading. Here is a picture of the stuff I'm packing up and keeping in my attic for no good reason at all:


Pictured (in no particular order): manuscript box, five-inch pile of scene drafts, the journal I took on the bus with me most Mondays for planning those scene drafts, rave-style glow necklaces, Magic 8-ball (which I plan to keep on my desk and NOT pack away), empty mini-bottle of JD.