I finally got all the laundry off my floor. The plan is slowly but surely to keep everything so clean that there is little clean up. There are women to impress and nephews I want to stay over for an epic weekend of “What trouble can Uncle Paul get us in”. I can’t expect him to stay over when it looks bad.
Anyway, I cleaned up all the clothes, yet still I couldn’t walk on the floor. Why not? Because I have a lot of notebooks. So I guess it’s time to start going through these notebooks for useful information and information that needs to be discarded.
So I have a large Wal-Mart basket a friend took in our college years and a large cardboard box that I’ll sort through. Some of the information I find in these things can be amazing. I’ve found really old game ideas that I can just pull out and put to work. Other times I found old stories that I’m currently working on. It’s like reading what you wrote as a middle school kid compared to what you’re writing today.
Have you found cleaning never helps? Or that you have a great deal of notebooks that have given you insight into your mind.
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