It is high time I gave you a tour of my natural habitat.
I call it my “evil lair” because of being a nefarious dark overlord of all, obviously. But the unfortunate fact is my room is also an explosion of colour and rainbow arrays. This is obviously to throw people off. Keep my dark identity a secret. Ensure that when my enemies come, they will get confused by my shiny pretty collections and leave in bewilderment so I can smite them all later very efficiently.
It’s not because I am secretly a colourful piece of shiny dragonish sparkle.
I am not.
I am fierce.
So while you’re keeping that in mind, WELCOME TO MY ROOM. I do such a scant amount of life posts anyway, so this shall be a fun and wild rabbit trail from my usual shouting-about-books schedule. Although I’m still going to be shouting about books here because, spoiler: my room is one big book.
Now my room is entirely my favourite place on this earth.
This is for many reasons including:
- IT’S MIIIIINE ALL MINE AND I DO WHAT I WANT.
- I spend a lot of time in my room because I work from home so it’s like my tiny house, my office, my workspace, my relax space, and my hobbit hole all in one.
- As I might have mentioned, I have severe social anxiety amongst other things, * so my room is also my safe space.
- It’s full of books so why else wouldn’t I love it.
- And I also write all the books of ever here so basically words. Words everywhere. Eventually (WHEN I’M A FAMOUS PUBLISHED AUTHOR) this will be my career space.
- But it’s unfortunately devoid of food??? So I do have to exit it on occasion.
* Which is why I work from home and hopefully will eventually make a career out of writing to fully support myself so dON’T assume my life is all pineapple pie with hoooours to simply read and write. I show you my hAPPY SELF as is my right and preference. Effie Trinket would be proud.
Right so here is where you walk in.
Basically you enter my room and — BOOM THERE’S A BOOKSHELF AND A CELLO. Two incredible things. The cello is in a dire state of disuse due to me realising that preforming made me want to fling myself into the void of space and be eaten by whatever monsters lurk in Illuminae, basically. I would like to keep practising. But. Time. Where is it. Why have I none.
If you close my bedroom door you get to see the glorious mind-map that is one of my many fantasy novels. They just look better in spiderweb array, okay???? I want to be Sherlock when I grow up.
I’ll get there. Give me time.
Now if you’ll all just turn companionably to the left, you’ll see my PRIDE AND JOY AND ONE TRUE LOVE OF MY LIFE.
In rainbow order. Obviously.
I have people ask me “how can you even find anything???” to which I just stare at them blankly because I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE EVERY BOOK IS. All these shelves are double stacked too, by the way, and I know what’s behind them without looking. I can’t remember if my niece is named Jupiter or Juniper * but I 100% know where to find Fire & Flood or Roseblood or More Than This.
Although, the shelfie photos I put on instagram do lie. Because…erm, okay fine…just look up?
* True story bro. It’s…it’s not a proud moment.
I don’t have enough shelves.
But who does?
I was trying to get those stacks to reach to the ceiling but then I started to ask myself “Cait. Do you want to DIE BY BOOKS???” and the answer was no, so I’m being a little less ambitious with how tall I stack them.
Right! Now if you look straight ahead…
MY GLORIOUS BEAUTIFUL DESK!
Okay. #Lies. This desk was my little sister’s. I stole it from her due to her leaving home for uni (to study flute; the nerd) and I scampered through her room and stole things. Like this desk. Also see those two tall thin bookshelves next to it? Also hers.
THANKS, SMOL SISTER!! I LIKE YOUR STUFF!!
Anyway, this is the first time I’ve ever had a desk that hasn’t been recycled through 4 other siblings first. Like wooo! Only second hand!! I’ve moved up in the world!!!
#ActualGoals: own a new desk someday all mine own.
Since my new acquisition of this desk, I actually spend a lot of time typing at it instead of on my bed!! Look at me being and adult or something!!
All the books in the desk-shelf are…erm…my TBR. Don’t judge me. In February last year I won 29 books so that didn’t help matters. Then there’s library sales — WHICH I AM TRASH FOR. If a book is 50 cents you better believe I need to adopt it.
The skinny bookshelves are like 98% hardcovers so basically I’M SO HAPPY I COULD CRY. Two years ago I never bought a single book for myself. Then I got hired to do freelance book reviews and paid in vouchers…and my life began. #MomentOfHappyScreeching
My parental feeds my #bookstagram fake flower addiction with super cheap flowers from garage sales.
Look at all this representation of my darkness.
I’m so fierce though.
And I probably shouldn’t have a portrait of me on my own desk. But at least I’m looking at something lovely.
FYI you can get the “Reading Solves Everything” mug at my Society6 store. #UnashamedSelfPromo
Hey WHAT IS THAT YOU SEE????? A BULLET JOURNAL!!
I keep telling myself I want to art more. And look. This year I’m doing it. With much encouragement from Lisa, bless her. I am by no means doing very much or very well and it bothers me immensely to be arting and always unhappy with it. Because you’re a beginner, Cait, and beginners suck so practise, mate. Egh. Practise. EGHHH.
But here…have some more bullety photos. Also I think it’s called a “bullet journal” because by page 3 you kind of want to fill it with actual real bullet holes. No??? Just me???
I’ll most likely do a bullet journal post eventually. When I am a little less horrified at my own handwriting that is.
Now next to my desk is my Wall Of Penguin.
Because what else do you do when you buy a box of 100 Penguin Postcards??? I mean I could send them to people but my name is actually Scrooge and also I want to keep them.
Unfortunately they’re warping in the weather because the nickname for my town is The Wok, meaning it’s as humid as a greenhouse and transforms most of us into limp noodles in a stirfry. The other nickname of my town is the Rainbow Region because of the large local LGBTQIA+ community and also because it rains SO FRIKKIN MUCH that there are lots of rainbows to try and make we limp noodles a little happier. But we’re not.
OH LOOK!! MY BED WHERE I DO NOT SLEEP BECAUSE INSOMNIA!!
Or should I say my dog’s bed.
He spent the first 4 weeks after we bought him crying in his little bed on the floor. I GAVE UP. What was I supposed to do????? Now I get 13% of one edge and he gets the rest.
Heinous little beast of floof and cutedom. He’s a Schnoodle, by the way = schnauzer x poodle. And he doesn’t like to get his paws wet on grass or take baths or go for walks or be cuddled unless he decides to be or have anyone tell him what to do ever.
So basically I own a cat who sits like a frog.
Also before we move COMPLETELY away from the photo of my bed…I hope you saw my Stiefvater and Schwab shrines up there. THEY ARE MY PRIDE. The Scorpio Races doesn’t fit on the Stiefvater shelf, but that’s okay because eventually I’ll have two Stiefvater shelves and my life will be infinitely better. I need to work on my Schwab hardcover collection but they’re so freaking expensive??? Like yes please I’d like a hardcover of Vicious and also just let me sell my soul real quick and my sister’s left kidney and my non-existent first unborn son and all his future friends.
I’m also currently reading Gemina at this time. Because I want to hurt.
Also this is my view from when I sit on my bed.
Now you know the secret of how I write so much and so fast. Because I spend a huge amount of time looking out this window since my job description is Author Who Stares Vaguely Out Of Windows 90% Of The Time. ISN’T THAT INSPIRING?!?? All the trees are a koala reserve so nobody lives there (#YAS) because who likes people around. Haha no way.
We have a lot of wildlife out there too. In the 6 years we’ve lived here, I have seen:
- bazillion wallabies (basically an every day occurrence)
- koalas quite frequently
- kookaburras and lorikeets which my dad feeds on our verandah
- blue tongue lizard which I thought was a snake at first and thought about never leaving the house again
- actual huge goanna, and I’m talking METRES LONG. In fact my older sister’s husband is American and he thought it was a crocodile in our yard. Hahah. Americans. So funny.
- python…yeah. an actual snake. but haven’t seen it in years
- other birds like finches, kurrawongs, willy wag tails, owls, king parrots, honey eaters blah blah etc etc
- I ACTUALLY HATE BIRDS FYI I GOT ATTACKED BY A KOOKABURRA AS A CHILD AND AM #DAMAGED
- the neighbours chickens
- evil that does not sleep
Look! ANOTHER BOOKSHELF.
This one I got from…
Okay so it seems I have a slight theft problem with furniture.
Also it’s really bothering me that I’ve got The Winner’s Curse series in backwards. What even, Cait. Why can’t you be functional.
My last wall is actually wardrobe doors, but if you think that means they’re boring…HA! YOU’RE SO WRONG!
I’ve covered them with more spiderwebs of book ideas. And also I have an Etsy store (#UnashamedSelfPromoMomentPart2) which you should buy things out of and support my world domination plans. But the thing with making and selling art is that you have to put it somewhere. So I basically just enjoy my mobiles made for small babies.
You are never too old for origami mobiles.
This is the part where you buy one, by the way…
Plus more and moooooore spiderwebs to represent books I’ve edited and then wanted to burn. As is the writer’s life. The drawings were all my first attempts at zentangling and you know what? I’M NOT WINNING ANYTHING FOR MY ART.
But I enjoy it and colour is nice.
WAIT WAIT WAIT.
Colour is non-essential and I do not fraternise with it.
Thus concludes the 4 walls of my room!
You know where your evil queen and lord of all exists now. It is my pocket of everything I love in this world. (Except for food. We’ve established that is a problem.) And now you know where I write and read and listen to audiobooks while I origami and get bossed around by my heinous dog who eats my #bookstagram props and sits on my head and yet I persist in loving him.
This is where I art. It took me 23 years of life to have my room look like my WILD MIND AND IMAGINATION OF ART threw up on it and I’m immensely pleased I’ve finally gotten here. It also amuses me no end how this is my inspiration setting and I write completely dark and bloody books. I’m great.
And this is where I’ve just realised that if my books rise up in the night to attack me for not loving them all equally, I’m going to be severely outnumbered. But that’s just the kind of risk I’m willing to live with.