I’ve always admired a messy desk. Such freedom! Such a devil-may-care attitude! Let the creativity flow. Let disparate ideas collide, mash together, become something unique.
Alas, that was never to be for me. All my life, I would dutifully tidy up at the end of each work day, just as I always made my bed each morning before I left to go to work and ironed all my clothes on Sunday night in preparation for the week ahead. A compulsion, really. And for what? Once I started, I couldn’t stop. Colour coded file folders, specialty pens for certain mark ups, a bookcase organized by topics.
Such tediousness. I exhaust myself.
That’s why it is pure joy to chat with you, Kayte. Kayte-who-didn’t-see-the-need-to-take-down-the-Halloween-decorations-but-instead-added-Christmas-wreaths-to-the-bats. Brilliant! These are the types of amazing details that get jotted down, then end up in novels. Only the names are changed.
Upon my retirement, I bequeath my three-drawer wicker caddy to you, Kayte. I can imagine how you might fill it; certainly not by grouping like-materials together. That would never do. No. You will fill it with creativity, with heart and with spirit. You will mix these qualities together in unusual ways, and they will spill out from each drawer, not containable, and we will salute you for bringing your joyous brand to the party.
For you are the party. You are.