They say sometimes messy allows for more creativity.
They say it leaves a person open to new ideas. Inventive problem-solving.
I say this way lies anarchy.
My desk is organized. Mostly. Tidy for sure. Not sure where to start? Clear everything off your desk. Put back only what is necessary. File what needs to be filed. Tedious, I know. But doesn't take as long as you think it will. Put what's left in a box. If you need to take something out, deal with it. If there's anything left at the end of the month, throw it out or recycle it.
In other news my romantic suspense, Off The Grid, is on sale for 99 cents!
A committed doctor to Vancouver's inner city, nothing fazes Sophie Monroe—until a pregnant teenager shows up at her clinic on Christmas Eve requesting sanctuary and claiming the baby's father is one of the city's most influential businessmen. Sophie is in over her head and thankful when aid shows up in the form of an attorney who's a little too confident and a lot too sexy.
Family Law expert Caleb Quinn just wants a date, a chance to prove he isn't the elitist jerk Sophie assumes. Helping deliver a baby is not what he has in mind. But before long protecting a traumatized teenager and her son become his first priority. Even if saving them pits him against the baby's father, a childhood friend. A man who will do anything to keep his dark side private.
But justice never comes cheap. Will doing the right thing cost Sophie and Caleb their reputations? Or their lives?
Caleb settled into the opposite chair, shifted on the hard surface to find a comfortable spot and, if he was honest, to take a second to strategize. It was clear she was in her element. And that he was out of his. No surprise to her since she’d counted on it.
Smart lady. Good thing he relished a challenge. He let the slow burn of hers heat and simmer. Let the hint of smug and the triumphant slide of her tongue over her bottom lip slap at the urges he was keeping locked up tight. She was here to prove a point. He was going to let her. So he raised a brow. “Rough looking crowd.”
“Maybe on the outside.” Sophie kept busy taking off her coat, stuffing mitts in pockets, placing her pocketbook just so. “But they’re simply folks like you and me.”
He shot her a look.
“Mostly. Minus the designer suit. And ridiculous watch.” She gave his customized Breitling a pointed look. “And the drinks are super cheap.”
“Last year’s Christmas gift.” He shrugged out of his car coat, folded it, and draped it over a chair. “I take it you come here often?”
“Would you think less of me if I said yes?”
“If I admitted it makes me uneasy? Are you going to think less of me?”
She leaned in to point through to the very back. “There’s a police station out the rear door. Cops, judges, and clerks have been known to stop in for the occasional beverage.”
“Stopping in for a pint at noon is one thing.” He dipped his head to the left to study a group of men walking through the door. He recognized gang colors when he saw them. “Ending up here at closing time is another animal entirely.”
“Careful, your biases are showing.” She signaled a passing waitress then settled back in her chair. “Watch and learn.”
What's the state of your desk? Do you like a clean and tidy desk? Or are you a stacks kind of person?