That (above) is my bookshelf.
I have a place for my Warriors books to go (they take up a whole shelf....).
I have a place for American Girl Doll books (they also take up a whole shelf.... Except for the one or two maze/search and find books off to the left).
I have a shelf for misc. books that I love. There's a whole collection of Sharon Creech books.... Inkheart by Cornielia Funke..... The Doll People... Treasure Island... The Freddy Series.... Watership Down.... E. Nesbit books.... Journey to the River Sea..... Lord of the Rings.... other books.... and (OF COURSE) Tintin!
Then there are the above books....
Usually they look like this, piled in front of (and on top of) my other books:
My books have overflowed off of my bookshelf. Yet I still bring home more.
Do you, my readers, have this problem as well? I bet you do. Unless you have more than one bookshelf... Which I'm sure you do.
Most of my family's bookshelves are overflowing.
What can I say, books are amazing!
But I haven't come just to talk about my bookshelf.... I have come to talk about the perils of being a book-loving-writer.
If being a book lover isn't bad enough.... People who both love books AND write never have a free moment. Add music lover in there and your set for life....
I happen to fit all three of the above criteria.
Books have a way of sucking certain people into their depths and once you get a taste of a good, well-written story (*cough cough* Classics! *cough cough*).... Well, let me just say you will NEVER be the same! You will want to get your hands on any and every book that comse your way. You will find good books and bad books.
As a writer, you also get pulled into the abyss of words.
Once you start to write (and find that you are passionate about it) you can never go back. It's kind of like Facebook.... Once you start, you keep going for life.
Book lovers and writers will collect their favorite books (note: never ask a book lover what their favorite book is unless you want a detailed list of every plotline for about 100+ books) and litter papers with half-written plotlines everywhere.
Add sheet music and a few instruments to that and a house will clutter up pretty fast. I have a dreadful suspicion that when I move into my own home I will have books, music, and paper everywhere, with my piano crammed somewhere in the middle. I have a vision of me sitting at a desk in a cluttered, one room apartment writing furiously with stacks of paper and books around me with Beethoven blaring in the background.
And that is exactly how I want it to be.