stuff piled up here, too

I have piles of papers and books on the kitchen table and a pile on one of the kitchen chairs. I say "kitchen" but it could be called the "dining room" instead--there's just a tiny dining room space in the house. And there are a zillion piles in the spare bedroom that is supposedly my "office." I keep thinking that if I tidy up the "office," I'll get more organized about my writing and feel more organized/clear in general. But why haven't I done this yet?

um, and, um, and

Papers are piling up here - over the corner by my bookshelf and right here on my desk. I'm forming piles, that have purposes ( bills, assignments, essasy & old articles i've saved, empty notebooks, issues of the prattler, a film submission that has been sitting in an sealed envelope for over a week, artforum, the believer...)And well, I can't see myself doing anything with these piles anytime soon.

We finally got the security bars I've been asking for put on our kitchen window. It's really pretty ugly. But, I'm already used to it & kind of like it. It makes this place even more a totally "Brooklyn Apartment".

I'm working for this artist Danica Phelps on Wednesdays. Her studio/apartment are great. Being at "work" is one of the most relaxing things going on right now.