Organized ~ Schmorganized
makes my heart flutter.
My desk a mess?
I must confess,
I’ve been buried alive,
Yet no matter how hard I strive
To clean up this crap
and get my life back
The cause is lost,
Tis like peering though a window covered in thick frost.
As I dillydally and carve patterns into it with my nail,
Behind me, breathing down my neck is a mountain of unopened mail.
The path before me is a maze,
My mind... clearly trapped in a daze.
I’ve lost my keyboard and my mouse ran away
It’s like searching for a needle in a stack of hay
I’m not much of a fan
Of coming up with a daily plan
I’ve read all the blogs,
Hoping to clear some of the fog
But alas ~ I’m left all alone
To grip, grumble and moan
I’d love to find the time
To do something other than this silly rhythm
But tis not meant to be.
Not today, not tomorrow
Anyone have any suggestions I can borrow???
Help me... (squealed the voice from the movie, The Fly)
On a joyous occasion, my first book, Eden's Black Rose, is now available to pre-order as an early bird special through the Wild Rose Press :)