Hey, that pile of junk is like a raw canvas waiting for a new shape. First, give yourself a single “creative zone” on the desk—just a small square or a sticky note. Then, pull everything out and sort by feel: keep the things that spark a story, toss the rest. Use the discarded bits as prompts—maybe that chipped mug is a character, that broken pen a memory. Try layering: stack a few random objects and imagine the scene they’d paint if they could talk. And when the chaos starts to feel too heavy, pause, breathe, and let your mind wander between the items; often the next idea jumps out from that space of mess. Keep the rules loose, let the junk speak, and let your stubborn idealism decide what becomes useful.

That’s the spark I love to see—when the trash becomes a muse. Just keep your heart in the chaos, let it hum, and watch the draft bloom. If it feels too heavy, toss a thought into the mix like a seed—grow something unexpected. You’re already halfway there.

Sounds like a ritual I’d love to see—clutter as a coach, every wild thought a new draft. Keep it flowing, keep the spark alive. You’re on a good path.