AUBREEVISION - Observations from the far side of the dial

I'm pretty organized in most areas of my life, except for one biggie - the endless stream of paperwork that is my existence. For as long as I can remember I've been trying to get my dozens of writing and personal files - computer and hard copy - into some semblance of order, yet the battle is constant and uphill. I have months-old bills sitting under stacks of old grocery flyers, notebooks full of random chicken scratchings, hundreds of recipes, unsent letters more than a year old, dozens of unread magazines and ancient unhonoured to-do lists. I have two laptops full of documents and dozens more backed up on Eric's server. It's driving me crazy. I can't be productive in a messy physical environment, and I similarly can't think straight in a messy virtual environment. I try to get organized but get too discouraged by the magnitude of all I have to do, and the lack of time to do it in. I theorize that I'll be more productive as a writer if I get things sorted out, then wonder if that's just an excuse for my lack of productivity, and abandon the task altogether.

My revised plan for literary fame by 30 (formerly 25) has gone dangerously awry.