The Melancholic Nausea of Owning a Small Bookcase

It's been a week since the wild week of blog posts-- and a busy week, too. I started a writing course at University of Sydney (just 6 weeks), and I've got two author interviews lined up this week, too! I haven't been able to contribute to Final Draft in awhile, but recently Craig and I were both on Final Draft, getting interviewed about our jointly-owned miniscule bookshelf.

You can listen to us on the podcast here-- Ben did a great job editing it; you would never know we talked for hours over dinner, wine, and a dessert of Koala Nose cookies. Our segment is the last of three on the episode "Gaining Ground," but the first two segments are awesome, as well, so I recommend just listening to the whole show.

Here's a picture of the baby bookshelf. As you can see, it's not even just a bookshelf. Four diminutive milk crates, and all the books I have here don't even fill them! It's also a DVD/CD shelf, guitar rack, magazine organiser, etc. Thinking of my book collection back home, my heart shrivels. My collection here is so young, so fragile. It's a cutting from a favourite, much bigger tree that lives back home, a cutting I'm trying to grow in foreign soil. This new young tree will be affected by its strange surrounds; already four of our volumes are about Australia or by Australians.