This morning, I am organizing.

Painters are coming in to scrape off wallpaper in a couple of weeks. They did the downstairs over the winter. Next are the boys' bedrooms, which are covered with flowers. Ian has been telling strangers that we need to move back to our old house, because he now lives in a GIRL'S room.

My dining room table is covered with little squares of paint colors. I spent a half hour taping the paint chips to paper with notes. I am vaguely ashamed that I have opinions on the merits of Decorator White v. White Dove. 

I am also finally making a list of everything that I've written on the Internet in the past few years. Well, not the stuff on this blog. This unholy mess will never be managed. I'm organizing stuff where cash was involved. I probably need to talk to an accountant about paying quarterly taxes, but that's next week's mess. The following week, I'll have to figure out how to create a writer's CV. Do writers do that? 

As I was making the publications list, I realized that I've been blogging for 9 years. Wednesday was my blogaversary. Here's my first post. Ian was only one when I started blogging.  My baby is now ten! I'm sobbing. 

UPDATE: I finished my list of publications. Next up, I have to make an excel chart to track invoices. 

I am updating my blogroll and sidebars. I'm trying to make my sidebar more useful and pretty. Be patient. This takes time. 

I am cleaning up my Etsy shop. Did you know that I had an Etsy shop? Yes, I do. I should write about it sometime. Right now, I only have one print up on the site, but I am in the process of loading up the rest. Hopefully, it will be humming along by the end of the day.