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Yesterday, tired of looking at the pile of comics that needed cataloguing, I pulled them into a pile and did the thing. Then, I put them away. Which doesn't seem like a big deal, but I had to separate read from unread and FIND ROOM for them all.
Before we had Declan, I had a comic shelf, custom built by me, and all my books and issues neatly bagged and filed. After Declan, we needed the space for his books and stuff, so my comics were, for the most part, put into long boxes and taken over to my mom's for storage. I did keep some here, almost enough to fit the width of a BILLY bookshelf, mostly favourites or things I wanted to reread.
This worked for a while, except I like comic books and a lot of the people in my life know that I like them, too. So, I have acquired more over the years, and have filled the shelf with a need for more space.
Enter the corner of my dresser/bookshelf that was full of things/unread books and collecting dust.
Yesterday, I emptied it out, dusted a bunch of stuff, found places to display what I want to keep, shelved and stacked the books and comics in the cleared out space. In the process, I made a very small space (about 40cm x 20cm) clear of anything, including dust. I am ridiculously happy about that empty space. So happy, in fact, that I finally did something I've been meaning to do for far too long: reorganize the rest of my books in the bedroom.
And hell, it's almost been four years since the other bookshelf collapsed and was replaced with record shelving and all of the books were displaced into other locations/bookshelves. UGH.
I don't know why it took so long. It felt overwhelming and impossible. What I had done (shove things onto shelves willy-nilly) was Good Enough™, even though it really wasn't. Inspired by the empty space, I pulled the books off the shelves, dusted them and the shelves, sorted them into size/author, and PUT THEM BACK IN A SEMBLANCE OF ORDER.
The shelves are neat. They are dusted. There are no longer any books just shoved in, stacked up, spines facing the sides. It's really hard to tell which book is which when all you can see is the bottom. Now every book is spine out save one (and that one is distinctive enough that it's not an issue), they are together in a way that makes a sort of sense, and that space? STILL FUCKING EMPTY.
Before we had Declan, I had a comic shelf, custom built by me, and all my books and issues neatly bagged and filed. After Declan, we needed the space for his books and stuff, so my comics were, for the most part, put into long boxes and taken over to my mom's for storage. I did keep some here, almost enough to fit the width of a BILLY bookshelf, mostly favourites or things I wanted to reread.
This worked for a while, except I like comic books and a lot of the people in my life know that I like them, too. So, I have acquired more over the years, and have filled the shelf with a need for more space.
Enter the corner of my dresser/bookshelf that was full of things/unread books and collecting dust.
Yesterday, I emptied it out, dusted a bunch of stuff, found places to display what I want to keep, shelved and stacked the books and comics in the cleared out space. In the process, I made a very small space (about 40cm x 20cm) clear of anything, including dust. I am ridiculously happy about that empty space. So happy, in fact, that I finally did something I've been meaning to do for far too long: reorganize the rest of my books in the bedroom.
And hell, it's almost been four years since the other bookshelf collapsed and was replaced with record shelving and all of the books were displaced into other locations/bookshelves. UGH.
I don't know why it took so long. It felt overwhelming and impossible. What I had done (shove things onto shelves willy-nilly) was Good Enough™, even though it really wasn't. Inspired by the empty space, I pulled the books off the shelves, dusted them and the shelves, sorted them into size/author, and PUT THEM BACK IN A SEMBLANCE OF ORDER.
The shelves are neat. They are dusted. There are no longer any books just shoved in, stacked up, spines facing the sides. It's really hard to tell which book is which when all you can see is the bottom. Now every book is spine out save one (and that one is distinctive enough that it's not an issue), they are together in a way that makes a sort of sense, and that space? STILL FUCKING EMPTY.
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