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There comes a time in every artist's life, the post-crisis period, when the show is over, the art has been arted and shipped off and you return from the trip laden with baggage and way more crap than you left with and dirty laundry, and whatnot, to a house that looks vaguely unfamiliar, and you look around, and say "Holy shit, I gotta clean this place."

That time of artistic crisis, during which painting more art is infinitely more important than vaccuuming, and the housekeeping descends into Death Clutter, has ended. And so, in between working on getting the backlog of Digger up to acceptable levels, I must work on getting the clutter down to acceptable levels. All other projects are on hold today. Today, we fight the forces of chaos! Today, we clean!

This morning, we blog about it and drink coffee!

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This syndrome is familiar even to those of us who are not artists. Any kind of deadline: harvesting, publishing, writing, etc. will create the same thing.

As far as I can see, the only preventative is to be as successful as Stephen King and hire someone to do the cleaning. And the trouble with that is, if anyone else clears up the clutter things disappear that I later need and may never find again. :)

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