The books that belong On My Shelf have been packed in boxes and out of sight and reach for more than a month. And my “shelf” didn’t even exist. For this writer that’s kind of like trying to type or word process my words with both hands tied behind my back.
True, I can find almost any tidbit of information I want on the Internet. But, I miss my books!
I miss touching them, flipping through the pages, “accidentally” finding nuggets of gold as I scan the pages. I miss scanning their titles as they stand at attention (or, sometimes, at ease or even sound asleep!) On My Shelf.
However, I am making progress.
Two weeks ago my NEW shelves arrived! I admired their brown cardboard containers as they acclimated to the environment of my office.
A few days ago my son and grandson came to set those shelves free. Halelujah! Of course, the job was not without complications. What should have taken an hour to accomplish ate up three, almost four hours of their time.
But now My Shelf stands dutifully waiting to be filled.
Over the past few evenings I’ve been ripping into boxes and liberating my books. Just a few more boxes to go.
I’m an organizer. It’s in my DNA. It was joyous and satisfying last night to not only unpack my books, but to put them in the best possible order On My Shelf.
- My Bibles (more than a few)
- My Bible reference books and study guides
- My books for personal and spiritual growth
- My books about writing
- A very short stack of anthologies that contain stories I have written (Yay!)
- Picture books
- Other children’s books and YAs (I love to encourage other writers by purchasing their books.)
- A menagerie of reference books ( I know—use the Internet.)
- Books on leadership
- Classic fiction books and poetry
- Notebooks from writer’s conferences and workshops I’ve attended
- Books and notebooks for courses I have taught at church
See what I mean? I’m enamored with pages dotted with ink.
As I read the titles it was so much like seeing old friends that I haven’t talked to in a while. Reading each title brought back some of the great things I’ve learned from those books. I remembered how those authors inspired, and continue to inspire, me. Some of these books dramatically changed my life.
Those thoughts led me to thank God for those people I’ve never met face-to-face. But I’ve met them on the pages of their books. I’ve seen inside their souls and minds. I’ve felt our kinship, or, our incompatibility sometimes.
Someday I pray that someone will step back from his or her Shelf and see my name on a few book spines. Someday I pray that someone will have similar thoughts of me and the impact my words have had on their lives.
In a positive and godly direction.