“A place for everything, and everything in its place.”
Have you had this feeling? You want to accomplish something, but your mind and even your physical work space is such a jumble that you can’t even figure out what it is you want to accomplish. Many mornings I’m there.
Tumbled piles of books and phonograph records and toys and even a rock or two – where is their place? Surely not in this mess.
On the other hand, there is that little plaque in the corner: “Creative Clutter is better than tidy idleness.” Yes, but why does my work area look so much like idle clutter?
Still, I keep at it, spilling words onto a page at the appointed hour every morning, and at some point I find that among the nuggets in my careless pile of stuff is the stuff of dreams, the stuff of magic, the stuff of capital letters:
The Stuff, not just the stuff. The Stuff.
When you find The Stuff within you, or resting on a branch, or soaring with the pelicans overhead – ah, The Stuff and its magic spell will lift you – there, where The Stuff is waiting to be discovered, there is when it becomes Creative Clutter.
Keep creating – just digging and building from the stuff that’s inside you. It may take a while to happen, but if you keep at it, eventually The Stuff will begin to happen. Don’t quit now; keep creating.