Things on my desk:
gloves, camera, book, ibuprofen, tablet, cd, saltines, iphone, pen, sketchbook, watercolors, stapler, sharpies, bungee cord, coffee cozy, printer, keys.
Sometimes I think that
being neat and tidy is the
As though cleaning up what is around me will somehow
clear room inside of me and
inspire some great inspiration, snap!
But it is when these things are
cluttered around and
my blanket doesn’t quite keep my toes warm and
the coffee is just a little lukewarm and
I hit 2.30 in a song I don’t like before I realize
and, well, these little imperfections
these little not quites
are where all the writing seems to come from.