Wherein you are led on a virtual tour of my lair, in the Williams’ home. I thought that it was about time to share my dwelling with those yet unfamiliar. I room with my sister, Abby, and together we make for lively “dorm-mates”. The contrast between us in interests is considerable. While the majority of my space is taken up by books, notebooks, books, journals, books, artpads, books, art supplies, and of course . . . well, books . . . Abby’s prized possessions are jewelry, makeup, clothes, and . . . you guessed it, a sorry lack of books. Although, I am not sure where we would be if the pair of us were bookworms. We would be wading through stacks and stacks of tomes, possibly resorting to tunnels and burrows in order to survive. All wit aside (mostly), I’m going to post a variety of pictures which explore the sundry spots where I stow my books, and where I spend the majority of my time creating art and stories. So, there it is. The grand little haven, La Escritoire . . . a.k.a. my writing desk. I love it more than words can tell, because I’ve made it my own. From the spots underneath where I stash piles of books and notebooks for One Year Adventure Novel, to the CD’s crammed beneath the little monitor table which protrudes from the top of the desk . . . and I’ve even found spots on the sides of the main desk to store smaller pads and notebooks just to have nearby. They make me feel secure, you know. The best thing of all is that it is right beside my bed, which provides an expansive bedside table. My Bible sits across from where I lay my head at night, as well as the multiple journals that have space enough to fill a novel. So much literary potential . . . so much comfort right in the vicinity of my bedroom! I will be mightily sad the day I have to surrender my precious domus for a college dorm. Add to that my introversion tendencies, as the thought of boarding with a stranger sometimes overwhelms me. My faithful Asus laptop computer sits waiting upon my black desk, its keys already worn by the constant clack of a mad writer. Just to be on the safe side, I keep my drawing pad opened and ready, my trusty mechanical pencil resting on it. Just in case I want to sketch out a character or scene. And you also see my headphones, for the music I keep going at a constant pace. If you’re not already aware, I absolutely love, love, love music. It’s my friend, whether when I write, draw, or–heck–when I am doing math and science, even history reading. (Don’t worry, I usually listen to instrumental music while doing school work). Right now I am reading the Zion Covenant Series; I’ve already made it to Book 3: Munich Signature, and I am deeply attached to the main characters. Mrs. Thoene does an excellent job of weaving multiple story lines into one novel that tells of World War II broiling in Europe. Gah . . . sometimes I CAN’T QUIT reading!
Here you see the space beneath my desk–a supposed-to-be printer stand on which I placed a set of pink drawers which contains a miscellany of junk and Mp3 chargers, and on top of those drawers my large notebook for One Year Adventure novels and the OYAN curriculum itself. Beneath that (yes, there’s more!) you see the massive Volume 1 of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, which my lovely friend Brittany is lending me. (I’m still working on it, Britt! XD) The small stack of books on the bottom of the desk, to the left of the pink drawers, you see a load of Georgette Heyer which I borrowed from the library. (Huzzah for the library that have SEVEN of Ms. Heyer’s splendiferous novels!!!)
And yes, I even store the Harry Potter series here. Yes, I did read Harry Potter. And I enjoyed it. I am by no means a “Pottermore fan”, but they were entertaining, and Mrs. Rowling did an admirable job of weaving together her plot, and using character development throughout the series. Yes, there was wizardry throughout it, but it was . . . it was purely fantasy, and not the sort that you would find in bookstores that deal with Occult and the dark, atheistic supernatural genre that so many adore. Ah, but let me safe this discourse on Harry Potter for another time. I digress.
Sitting atop my black nightstand (not exactly a bedside table, in this case) you see two thick textbooks of Literature, from Ominibus by Veritas Press. I absolutely love their essays and prologues to books ranging from Plato to Orwell’s Nineteen-Eighty-Four. My mom likes this curriculum as well–she purchased four of these Ominibus volumes, all of which I am currently stowing in my room for enjoyment. My sister doesn’t understand that, however. She constantly asks, “Why on earth would you choose to read schoolbooks?” This black nightstand is the home of my larger books and annotated versions of classic novels, and it even holds several large artbooks. In the picture above you see on the frontal stack the huge Synonym finder that my mom gave to Abby and I, Huck Finn (hiding beneath that colossal thesaurus), The Death of Meriwether Lewis which my Aunt Jennifer bought for me as a birthday present from Monticello. (Gah, that thought just makes me smile!) Beneath is another books about Meriwether Lewis, what do you know–Meriwether Lewis by Thomas C. Danisi and John C. Jackson.
Behind those books I have placed Tailor Made, Trail Worn, a wonderful encyclopedia of period clothing in the era of Lewis and Clark. Michael Haynes’ beautiful paintings and illustrations of Lewis and Clark’s journey are found within the pages of this book, and I find it very useful for writing and drawing research. Besides this one I have Jane Eyre, Emma (my grandma gave me both of these for my birthday), a “novel in poetry” of the Lewis and Clark expedition, the American Patriot’s Bible, Little Women, annotated, House by Ted Dekker, the main OYAN textbook, The Art of Brave (a gorgeous book from my Uncle Chris and Aunt Dominique for Christmas 2012), and The Art of Pocahontas. (Note: both of the “Art of” books that I own have rich historical contexts, which suits my love for history quite well.)
Now, here is the only legitimate bookshelf in the entire bedroom (rather tragical, I know!) If you looked close enough, you would find on the top shelf a wide variety of novels. Here are some shots of each of the three shelves:
Here you see a broad range of books. George Eliot’s Daniel Deronda, Emily Climbs by L.M. Montgomery (which really belongs behind this front row of books, where I keep all of my L.M. Montgomery), the complete Christy Miller series, Michelle Magorian’s historical coming of age tale, Back Home, Horatio Hornblower, the Roman Mysteries by Caroline Lawrence, The Captain’s Dog by Roland Smith,etc.
Wives and Daughters. Paradise Lost. The Sixth Season of Little House on the Prairie, Rosemary Sutcliff’s Roman Britain Trilogy, Hamlet, Piercing the Darkness by Frank Peretti, three Sims2 expansion packs . . . the last two shelves are largely a miscellany of books, movies, and computer games, and dictionaries. And little photo frames. Yep.