When I first started writing fiction, I’d take my notepad to my local library, which was then in San Diego. There was no Internet. I’d never heard of a laptop. It was just my notepad and me. . . and joy. Every true writer knows the thrill of having an idea and a pen and paper. The writing life was pretty simple!
Over the years, I got away from writing in the library. As my regular blog readers know, I write nearly every day at the Opium Den, also known as Starbucks. Oh, I visit the library to borrow books, but it’s been a very long time—more than a decade—since I spent hours in a library.
The past few days I’ve been struggling with part of my untitled work-in-progress (my 2014 book). A third of the story is told in letter form and the timeline was getting all screwed up. I knew I needed to spread out my notecards, but my dining room table is covered with the cards for the other two thirds of the book and the Opium Den doesn’t lend itself to spreading out.
That’s when I remembered this amazing resource just a few miles from my house. I had the best time! I found a table I could have all to myself. I discovered the chairs at this newish, big library are super comfortable. You can tilt back in them without tipping over (I spent about ten minutes playing with and admiring the chair). Then I spread out all my cards, moved them around, and in a short time, everything fell into focus. Magic! I only wish writing all those letters would be as easy as figuring out the order they should be in.
When’s the last time you visited your library? I can’t wait to go back!