Every once in a while I'm willing to try anything to make the words flow. I'm working on a sequel to my novel Deadly Fare and my office was a mess. I'm talking eligibility for Superfund status. So I spent hours today, on hands and knees, cleaning the joint until it was on par with a hospital surgery suite. (I may be exaggeratining here). But I actually did vacuum, Swiffer, and wipe down the paintings, posters and sculptures on the wall.
So now I'll find out whether a clean workspace is a happy and productive workspace.
I'll keep you posted.