I cyclically go through phases where I have a desperate need to clear away clutter and simplify my life. Unfortunately, these tendencies rarely extend in all directions. That means while I’m cleaning out the clutter in the kitchen junk drawer, the hall linen closet gets stuffed with unfolded sheets. Martha Stewart I am NOT.
I’m not sure about other writers, but over the years, I’ve accumulated a great deal of POEMS. Trying to organize these various documents and files has become a little overwhelming. Why aren’t they just in alphabetical order, you ask? Because that would be too freaking simple!
No, seriously, they aren’t in alphabetical order because pieces are in various stages of editing and revision. Sometimes they are bunched up as I consider themes and collections. Sometimes they are leftovers from writing assignments in classes. Frankly, I even have multiple copies of the SAME poem in ten different places (which makes things doubly confusing when I edit/revise in one location and then forget exactly WHERE that location Is).
One of the nice things about Nanowrimo is that the organization would send out weekly reminders to back up your novel. I LOVE this because I would take time, right then, to save the document to the cloud. It’s not like I don’t know to “save” my work, but how many of us do this with regularity? (Shut IT if you are one of those a-holes who is always on top of this) By the same token, I’d like to get my work uploaded somewhere safe and in a cohesive manner that’s easily navigable.
This is one of those occasions when I would LOVE to hear from others about their suggestions. Feel free to comment below, via twitter, or on my facebook page. Right now, I’ve decided to put poems under “theme” headings, like “School/Teacher” poems. Then if a poem gets published somewhere, I’m going to change the name the document is saved under to include the publication’s name and date.
I suppose I’m inspired to do this in part because I try to organize and simplify my life EVERY new year. Even though I know some of my efforts fall apart over the course of the year, I’ve been pleasantly surprised to realize that I am NOT quite the same flitterbegibbit that I was at twenty-one. Gosh, it’s been at least a month since I lost my keys!
Now where the hell are my sunglasses?