I'm surrounded. Sticky notes to the right of me. Sticky notes to the left of me. All of them staring at me, waiting for me to do something. Make a call. Write a check. Research this. Delete that.
And mixed amongst them are non-sticky notes*. A half-finished to-do list. A note to call some guy about some things. Notes on some other calls I made. A list of blog topics. A whole square of paper about a particular topic I need to write about.
I'm drowning in little squares of paper over here.
(We won't talk about the pile of big papers sitting in front of the file cabinet. That's a whole other kettle of fish.)
Is your desk covered in notes or are you more organized than I am? What are your notes telling you to do today?
*I'm using the back of torn off Dilbert calendar pages as scrap notes. Works pretty well and keeps me from having to buy notepads.
Oh, and if you haven't wandered over there, Silver James is guest posting again at The Unpublished Writers' Guide to Survival. She's talking about Getting Physical. Stop on by and join in the conversation.
Or stop by The Killer Chicks and learn about My First Crush.