It starts out innocently enough. You place a pile of mail down on the corner of your desk. Then you see a pen you just have to have, even though there are already 10 pens in your cup holder. Next is the pile of paper clips someone gave you, and you put them on the desk because, well, you’re a writer, and writers sometimes need hard copies of documents and paper clips are good for keeping them together.
And then one day you enter your home office, ready to get to work, and discover that your desk has been taken over by your arch-nemesis: the clutter monster. He is smugly hidden among piles of papers, stacks of invoices, mountains of markers and you’re not sure what else. You stare in shock, unable to comprehend what your eyes are seeing. How did you, a savvy writer, fall prey to this evil villain?