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Organizing your ideas is a timeless conundrum. No matter how much we throw away, tomorrow always brings new paperwork.

Organizing your paperwork is a timeless conundrum. No matter how much we throw away, tomorrow always brings new paperwork. I hang my head and confess the truth about my organizing system.

Organizing your paperwork-Are you a filer or a piler?

Organizing your paperwork is a timeless conundrum. No matter how much we throw away, tomorrow always brings new paperwork. How do you organize your paperwork?
Are you Johnny-on-the-spot, right-into-the-filing-drawer with all your paperwork? I didn’t think so. Only .00002% * of the population opens the mail, reads or acts on it and files it in the appropriate folder within 10 minutes of receiving it.
If you find that your pile of paperwork is never filed, you may belong to a secret society that affects 42% * of the population. You, my friend, may be a piler.
I, Cheryl Sterling, am a piler. After years of trying to conform, of buying myriad filing systems (I used to work in an office furniture business, so you can imagine the deals I scored on returned and damaged file cabinets. Also, imagine the shame of admitting you’re a piler), I had to admit I don’t swing that way.

I am a piler

Organizing your paperwork is a timeless conundrum. No matter how much we throw away, tomorrow always brings new paperwork. I have piles for:

  • Writing works in progress.
  • Various unfinished crafts.
  • Recipes I’ll make some day.
    I also have a massive desk, courtesy of IKEA and Craigslist. It has shelves, magazine racks and pencil cups, a whiteboard and a magnetic strip. It has two file drawers that hold “important papers” and can be rolled out when I need to sweep up the cat litter.

The top of the desk is an oh-so-inviting flat surface full of—you guessed it—piles. Plus my printer.
The desk fits perfect in my “studio” alcove. It sits ten feet from my writing chair. There’s no way to disguise what a slob I am.

Organizing your paperwork is a timeless conundrum. No matter how much we throw away, tomorrow always brings new paperwork.

Once a month or so, ambitious me purges magazines, files important mail, and takes a stab at being a neatnik. It stays clean long enough that I hold on to the illusion that I’m the Queen of Organization.

Gotta love the cups holding pens, post-its, tape, sharpies, etc. and the magnetic strip above for my scissors.

And my, look at those folders! (the top row is full of recipes, sorted by category).

(Yes, it is a July calendar).

Can I get a Hell, Yeah for everything but the worksurface?

Are you a filer or a piler? What method do you use for organizing your paperwork?

If you need inspiration to stay organized, check out my Pinterest organization board here.

* totally made up statistics

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I am in tune with the universe-a Schwartzkopf coincidence

How often doesI am in tune with the universe-a Schwartzkopf coincidence this happen to you? You read about a person, often obscure, such as Norman Schwarzkopf Sr. ,the lead investigator in the Lindbergh kidnapping and father of General Norman Schwarzkopf Jr. (I was following a Yahoo link about the Lindberg kidnapping). Within an hour, while linking to a fellow blogger in @RaimeyGallant’s #NaNoHop, I read a post about another Schwarzkopf—Elizabeth Schwarzkopf., a German opera singer.

What are the odds?

I’m a firm believer in there’s no such thing as coincidence. This happens so often in our household for it not to be a coincidence.

DH: I watched a documentary about famous historical figure this morning.

Me: I was just reading about him. An hour ago. I’m not making this up.

or:

Me: Did you know famous person did X?

DH: I had a dream about him during the night.

If it wasn’t so common, it would be weird and spooky.

Both my husband and I go through periods where we seem to be in tune with the universe. This week, it’s my turn. It happens at least once a day. Either I’m the most prolific reader in the universe to keep running into these oddities, or I’m super psychic. Psychic is not a claim I’d make. I’m too practical and line-up-the-ducks-in-a-row kind of person to wander into the supernatural world for long. But these things keep happening.

I believe messages are sent out all the time but most of us are too busy living the minutia of life to pay attention. What do the messages mean? I’ve not found a pattern. I’m not going to stop listening, either.

What’s the weirdest “coincidence” that’s happened in your life?

p.s.Elizabeth Schwarzkopf may have sung in Sydney, but not at the current opera house, as her last performance was in 1971 and it opened in 1973. Your opera trivia for the day. You’re welcome.

p.p.s. See what I did with the title of this blog? *Tune* Get it? I thought you would.

That is all.

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dontbeadick

 

 

 

 

Too many people are shallow, narcissistic, and uncaring how their actions affect others. Have a little compassion. Be supportive. Make a difference in the good things you do. Let’s not be known as “that person”.

Reblogging from Whitney Dineen’s blog

https://whitneydineen.com/2016/07/26/dont-be-a-dick/

 

I’ve recently stumbled into a bit of controversy in my career as a romantic comedy author. A couple of months ago I released an much anticipated sequel to a bestselling book. As a result, some of my fans are infuriated with me, as in spitting, hock-a-loogie mad. As in, “I’m never reading your books again, you horrible woman…” irate.

Every author receives negative views, it’s expected. It’s almost a rite of passage to get your first 1-star review on a new release. Yet I’ve noticed a trend lately. There’s a new nastiness to reviews that didn’t seem to exist before social media became our “go-to” avenue of communication. It’s been a human characteristic since Aesop– familiarity breeds contempt.

Once upon a time, when the only way to communicate with an author, was to write them a letter and send it to their publisher, people didn’t unleash their vitriol so freely. If it took time and effort and they had to think, “Is this really worth doing? Do I really feel this passionately?” they would realize their feelings were not particularly that strong. It was a heat of the moment thing.

In our current Kardashian-driven world of “my life is your life” and nothing is private, barriers are lowered and people feel comfortable slinging their opinions willy nilly as though there aren’t real people behind the tens of thousands of written words and hundreds of hours of sweat and tears involved in completing a manuscript.

I was toodling around a fellow author’s page on Facebook the other day and came across an announcement that author CM Foss was stepping out of the writing game. CM is known for writing contemporary romances. In her swan song letter of resignation, as it were, she states the following:

“I have watched others (and certainly been there myself) literally killing themselves to get a book out. They do a million takeovers, give away thousands of books, give gift cards of their own money, mail out paperbacks and swag like it’s free, politely beg for reviews, entertain, hold their tongue when their work is torn apart and shrug off senseless character attacks. Daily.”

She goes on to say:

As for me, I’ll be closing my laptop and unplugging my Kindle. I’ll be reading old-fashioned paperbacks and re-reading old favorites. My writing life is a chapter closed. My books are unpublished. My last stash has been signed and shipped to The Bookworm Box, so if you get a hankerin’ for one, give them your money. They’ll do right by it.”

She signs her letter: God bless, peace out, and #dontbeadick

I’m not exactly sure what pushed CM Foss to walk away from six published works. She’s held strong to her word of leaving the industry and hasn’t responded to my attempts at communication. It seems, though, it is at least in part a result of shoddy treatment by some readers. And she is/was an author with very good reviews.

The #dontbeadick hashtag got me to thinking. Acting like a dick has become acceptable in our world. I’m not sure where manners have gone. Perhaps we are all so desperate to have someone hear us that we go overboard in our opinions to reach that aim.

I, for one, am pleased when a reviewer doesn’t like my work and takes well thought out time to explain their opinion, honestly, not hatefully. Often I don’t agree, because hey, I’m my biggest fan. But I do think about what they say and it does impact my future work.

One woman counted the times I used vulgarity in a particular book. It was part of her review. At first I was offended. Vulgarity is part of our world. When my character is screaming mad, I will not have her yell, “Geezy Pete, you hurt my feelings!” when what is really required is a good old-fashioned “Fuck you!” But you know what? That review weighed heavily on my mind when I wrote my next book and I consciously realized vulgarity was not needed as frequently.

Book reviews are just one small part of this epidemic. Last week I saw a video on social media about a woman berating a checker at Walmart for being slow and messing things up. It turns out, his mom committed suicide that morning and he had to go to work because he was now the head of his household and they needed the money, and because he had the added expense of burying his mother.

I was in a restaurant last week when a lady at the table next to us unleashed on the server because her food wasn’t prepared exactly to her specifications. She made threats and demands with spittle flying. The poor server was near tears.

This morning, I was driving down a road near my house, to see the car in front of me tailgating the car in front of him. When the road opened to two lanes, he drove by the other car, laid on his horn and gave the driver the finger. As I passed, I noticed the slow driver was an old woman who looked scared out of her mind.

All of this leads me to ask, where the heck has common decency gone? What’s happened to our ability to react proportionately? Do we all feel so small, so underappreciated in our lives that we need to lash out at others in a misguided attempt to regain our power?

There is something to be said for catching more flies with honey than crap. If your food comes out cold, send it back. If your checker at Walmart is slow, cut him some slack for being human with problems just like the rest of us. If you don’t like a book, say why you don’t like it, but be respectful. When an old woman is driving slowly in front of you, don’t tailgate her and make her more fearful. Back off and ask, “What if that was my mom?” Throw her some good joo joo. But I implore you to stop with the personal attacks and rage. Go the extra mile to be thoughtful and on point, not malicious and out of control.

Don’t let good manners and compassion become extinct. Let’s use them and teach them to our children. Do unto others as we would have them do unto us. Remember the karmic wheel. And when you’re full of righteous indignation and fury at an author, waiter, checkout clerk or old woman in traffic, remember the thoughtful words of author, CM Foss, #dontbeadick.

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